I spend my nights dreaming of her. Dreaming I am close to the warmth of her skin, the depth of her enveloping me. I keep her image with me as the night forces my dreamworlds to shift. I seek her out in all the darkened corners of my subconscious, chasing her through worlds that fragment and shatter. Each time I find her its immediate. My racing heart slows, the warmth spilling from her engulfs me, bathing me and drugging me. I reach for her. I ache for her. And there she is, in my arms, her scent heavy between us, the softness of her small hands against my chest, my arms encircling her. Embracing warm honey. Amber eyes looking into my own, mirroring my love, my desire, a need stronger than the joining of our bodies can satisfy mounting in all the spaces between our joined limbs. I am bound by those amber eyes.
Nena
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