As The Whole world sleeps

I can not,

I focus on a calming breath.

Slowly in, and one, two, release.

Less than a minute later,

I forget, it switches back,

Once again, evening scenes,

Reload, rewind, repeat, and pause.

The Routine didn’t change,

Usual places with familiar faces.

Myself and a friend, laughing and chatting,

Then what seemed usual, rearranged.

Senses suddenly aware of a change in the air,

It was almost magnetic in evolution,

a force that overcame will with power,

I closed of my eyes and tried to feel its name,

This vision came, a projected fantasy,

frame by frame.

The man was me, in the dream,

Familiar it seemed although,

Vaguely, I knew this was a new station, Finely tuned to a new musical theme.

As inside me, a desire realizing,

Flint on steel, sparking up, fireflies like lightning.

Instinct rising and upstanding,

The hairs upon my neck, electric.

While Dangerous alarms went suddenly wild.

Clarity is the world of passion,

As passion celebrates an awakening attraction,

Happening truth is the undeniable energy,

Just one step closer toward this friend,

And lightly I brushed a touch.

From that;

Rushing blood heart beats awakening,

Temporal confidence is surging with potential,

Forgotten breath and in this beating chest a skip it did,

Involuntarily Quickening.

Almost nervous, almost afraid,

A Devine taste of something sacred,

A hand slowly shifts,

a string pulls a dream,

Like a light switch click,

harmonic vibrations set free the tone.

Never a word or a thought, this meaning was the silent feeling,

Eye to Eye, faithful hands, so delicately devoted,

Courage was bravely holding fate,

Her clothes mocking, a gesture of layered secrecy

Almost real, the question, shall I seek out this mystery,

Lying Beneath her silky armor,

is her most sacred honor.

As a masculine need takes control,

Her defiance instantly deflates, and a reflex embraces,

A shared sense of glowing growth

She knows her beautiful soul is connected,

So Down this road they both will go.

Upon the wall her shadow stands,

Upon the shadow lays a mans hand,

Softly across her it slides, up her shoulders blade,

Floating without a thought toward

The bare skin upon her neck.

Sudden sensations, true connection.

Lightly fingers trace the shape of each other’s impression,

As one presses the other does follows,

until closer, closure In it soon ensues.

beginning this tingling awakens,

skin on skin,

And at last the frozen breath,

lost and found,

Releases expectation.

From her lips a soft moan pleads pleasure,

The harmonic tone vibrates itself into a symphony,

A sound felt fire of flame.

The taste of desire, resonating within,

The journey begins as her head falls to her left,

The vampires un-resistible temptation,

pulsating in arterial revelation.

He seizes her will in his,

in each other a chill does rise.

Intimacy unfolding.

As his face passes her necklace of golden lace,

He stops ever so close,

her earrings sparkle in his eyes,

And as soft as a humming birds wing,

He whispers.

In this, is my honor

This moment is alone

It’s for me to show you

The exact nature of your power,

The desire you inspire

The attraction of undeniable Passion.

This is a place and it’s well within reach,

As the world ends and time stands still,

All I wish is to know is your soul intertwined around mine.

From Within the depths of the ocean seas,

A breath of creation,

Release yourself to know the way,

The way you feel,

When I be me, and you be you,

Discover this true experience,

Fearless and ferocious

Hold nothing back.

Show me the true beauty of

Your naked soul.

I alone demand to know.

As the whole world sleeps

I can not.

As my eyes slowly close,

you lean into my seductive embrace

The smell of our hot breath

dancing and entwining

As our lips vigorously passionately

touch and taste each other

In that instant you realize the intense heat

radiating from my swollen puckered lips

Hmmm...aroused I see,

you cheerfully tease

In one quick motion you

sharply inhale just as I

lightly bite your lip nervously

Then a low growl escapes

your luscious lips

I tautly push my body against you

rhythmically we arouse each other

With nothing more than sensual kisses

and our sensualist bodies

It's always been said history will repeat itself sometime after it’s first born and created. History only runs in a circle of pain, hurt, laughter, and love. It dips and turns, runs and walks, grows and shrinks, just like a river, always changing, always moving.

(Hint: This is like just a prolouge of the prolouge for one of my exisiting stories and doesnt really give anything about the plot away)