Sweet Dream

Beyoncé - Sweet Dreams (Steamweaer Club Mix) (Vj Dymmy More FT. Vj Leonardo Videro RMX)

She waited. Her legs softly parted, warmed from a night of his gentle caress along the soft supple of her inner thigh. The laugh.  The gentle squeeze.  Each movemnt, touching, softly building the excitement.  She was ready.  She longed to feel his touch rise,higher,forever higher.  But when...when would her guilty pleasure come to fruition.  Her moves forward, when would... when would he respond.

Her twist, her tear, he saw it all.  He let the passion build.  Soft signals she would recieve.  All the while, the passion within him was rising, was building.  His glancing touch.  She would konw that his passion built until it could no longer bear the pressure.  The bud that so desperately longed to bloom into a flower, consuming, raging, in its beauty, none could deny.

So it was.  The touch, the kiss, each drawing forth from her the animal... the primal.  The glance the drawing forth passion form the gentle, beautiful, all too often ignored underside that he would explore.  His lips meanwhile, in kisses filled with passion, would consume.

She wanted.  She longed.  Her eyes half closed provided witness.  She was lost in a maelstrom of passion.  Her touches burning sought out his shape, his form, that which pressed against.

His hands caught, lingered, on that which made her so separate from him.  The soft, the round, the supple.   The curves where he lost himself, only to find a burning primal heat.  His desire, so longing, so waiting, so burning to come, to become one with the target of his desire... to melt in her heat. to become one... in her heat.  To return to the primal... in her heat.  To reenter the garden of Eden... in her... to become one. In the burn, to somehow return, to the primeval.

Sweet Dream.