Lovely Dream, To Warm Music In The Loneliness Of The Night

She wishes that the exciting music in her dream never stops. In the rhythm of the soft sounds and in the warm wind of the night she moves her lap.

Sometimes when I’m lying in my bed, the music – CD is already over and I still can not sleep, I close my eyes and then he remembers me. Very intensively, I introduce myself to him, see the pictures, have the feelings, experience everything clearly again. It’s all like the first time I first visited my dream.

It is night – everything around me is dark, absolutely dark and pleasantly warm. From far away I hear voices and a kind of music – sometimes it swells, then it gets quieter again. A gentle wind carries this graceful music up to me and then away again. He is a gentle little breeze, a tender breeze. Gently strokes the breath, through my clothes, touches my skin, touches my soul. I wear only a thin gauzy shirt which nestles softly against my body. It is moved gently in the wind, caressing me in a very pleasant way, my breasts, my skin – a tingling spreads in my whole body. So I stand in the dark and listen to the distant music, listen to the wind. The pleasant warmth is everywhere, she envelops me. I give myself to her completely, and let myself be caressed by the wind, very tender through the thin shirt that flutters gently in the wind. So I am gently touched by the tenderest breeze, the softest hands.

Your body vibrates in the rhythm of the music

I feel like my nipples straighten up, how I get wet, the thin shirt rubs against my breasts, and caresses me timidly on the stomach, on the hips. The wind moves between my legs and tickles me very gently. The music gets louder. It starts to rain, big heavy drops fall warm on me, begin to penetrate the delicate fabric, make a way over my back, the stomach, run between my legs, the shirt sticks wet on my body. The music gets louder, the heat swells. The drops fall on my chest, the glowing summer rain envelops my skin.

A sea of ​​impressions, feelings surrounds me and at the same time rages within me, I feel nothing and yet everything. Time becomes endless, sensations also. Finally it’s over, time is back, and the wind is blowing again. He is tender and cool. When I wake up, I’m disoriented, I need some time to find myself again. I look at him, see his smile and feel safe. In those brief yet endless seconds when I know nothing, I instinctively feel that he is with me and I with him, that we are really together. We feel safe, we are for each other – two souls in the breeze.