0 comments/ 6484 views/ 0 favorites Dreamland By: LogicalLucidity Something about the rain moves me. Perhaps it is the sounds of the thunder and flashes of lightening, or the sound the rain makes as it pounds on the roof like a beautiful song. I have this romantic connection with rain and it always makes me long to be snuggled up with that special someone; much like how I feel about lying in the backyard in a hammock. Rain is both hypnotic and astonishing to me. It is mysterious and beautiful and I guess that is what makes it so sensual to me. Each time that it rains I feel like I am seeing it for the first time, amazed like a child. Thoughts of you consume me. I wanted to share with you a glimpse of my world; because you have unlocked that hidden paradise for me. I wish you knew me well enough to know how much you have changed and enriched my life. I thought about three things that I enjoy most, my hammock, the rain, and now you; so I sit here now, thinking about you, and allowing myself to go to that dreamland that you and I exist in. Shall you decide to be taken away with me for a little while, try to embrace each word and allow yourself to see it with innocent eyes, an imaginative mind, total abandon, and an open heart. It is nearing sunset and the storm clouds are rushing in on us. The wind shifts lazily back and forth as we are wrapped in a soft blanket and stretched comfortably across a hammock. Smells coming from the lavish garden and yard surrounding us reminds me of a scene from William Shakespeare's A Midsummer Night's Dream; whimsical, fairytale like. Translated from William Shakespeare's play came this excerpt... "There is a place between the mortal world and the dark; places where beings live in the same space as humans but, simply exist moments earlier. Some would call it another dimension, others would call it another reality, and those who live and dwell in this space call it the Third Realm. It is the world of the magical and the world where the fantastic exist. It is the same place where storybooks and unicorns are created and thrive. This is where our story starts..." I lay there with my head on your chest as you gently rock us in the hammock back and forth. You ask if we should go in and I say "No darling, I want to show you something." You look at me puzzled, but you decide not to ask me what. Thunder breaks the sky open and I pull you closer to me. I cup your face in my hand and slowly let my lips touch yours. After pausing for a moment, I ease my tongue through your lips and gently allow my tongue to explore yours. Passion builds in sync with the threatening storm brewing overhead. I open the blanket and then effortlessly climb on top of you, straddling your lap in an upright position, arching my back as I am overwhelmed with the feel of your body beneath my own, and with enough grace so that I don't knock us out of the hammock. My lips part your mouth, my face slides gently across and my nose meet yours. My nose caresses yours as they move against each other in a passionate slow dance. Instinctively I breathe in the air you exhale and it causes my eyes to close against my will. Your forehead brushes against mine and briefly our eyelashes tickle each others. A single raindrop falls far from the sky and kisses the middle of our lashes. The droplet rolls down my cheek and you catch it with your tongue before it falls from my face. Your tongue removes the trail from which the raindrop has made and you stop just before my eye. Suddenly I am captured with your loving gaze and our eyes lock. One, two, three, four drops reverberate all over my skin. I look up to the ocean of clouds and as if the sky revealed itself to me, the rain begins to fall in a sudden understanding. Each drop that hits my skin causes goose bumped flesh and shivers to run through me like the lightening fluently lighting the night for us, like a romantic room filled with vanilla pillar candles. Your fingertips shift my hair from my face as it embeds the raindrops into itself. My hair begins to drip water from its ends and then trickles down my back, making my shirt cling to me in desperation. With the peaceful and slow outpouring of rain, it does not take long before we are both drenched in its beauty. Your hands find my torso and seductively push my shirt overhead exposing my vulnerabilities, allowing my skin to be free from its confinement. As your strong hands journey back to my body the water eases them across my breast and you intensify your grip as your desire fascinates you. I struggle to catch my breath, my balance, as I slowly expose your chest to the orchestra of rain that is playing just for us. You begin to feel things that you have never experienced, you are being drawn in to my world and it frightens you. It frightens you that you could be taken to a place inside of me, outside of your protection and the world that you have known for so long. It frightens you that just perhaps, perhaps you could be taken to a place that you have always known existed in your dreams but feared could be made your reality. It scared you because for a brief moment you dreamed of never leaving this world and how everything you have ever wanted could be yours if you allowed it to be so. You have never been in this much control of your life and for the first time you desperately wished you were still controlled by your circumstances; that is where you have comfortably hidden for so long and have been so accustomed to being. Inadvertently, I was forcing you to unlock the doors to your world, just like you have done for me. "What is happening between us?" your whispered thought. I lean into you and kiss you tenderly, just like it was the first time. If fate itself had been woken, the thunder screamed loudly into our ears, heaven itself felt the passion between us. The world was mimicking our emotions, forcing us to listen, forcing us to feel its mighty power. The rain enveloping us still; was saturating our skin with its life and enflamed us even more. We frantically yet ever so slowly pulled the bindings of our clothes from our bodies and were now laying in the comfort of the hammock as life started out, vulnerable and naked, no hiding. The cold rain brought with it warmth, a release from fear, a feeling of life and an awaking to something more than ourselves, allowing us to be true to ourselves without the mask displayed in everyday life. You have never been more beautiful in my eyes. I took you in my hand and guided you to the place that screams of my womanhood and desires. I eased you inside of me, allowing myself to relish in every millisecond. I felt as my walls closed in on you, feeling every slow second of you entering me and the pulsating need you were conveying. I part your lips with my tongue as the water is pouring on our face and body. Our tongues dance in our saliva and in the rain water taking us in its embrace. I have never wanted anything so much in my life and for the first time I felt true pain. I felt a distinctive pain. I was aware of an honest knowledge, and an innate reasoning; a comprehension that what I want is too precious to ever be ever be owned. Like an untamed and wild white horse that was meant to remain free, that you had the privilege of capturing a part of, or was allowed to be seen, but would never belong to you, that you would spend a lifetime feeling sorrow if you broke that part in which was so beautiful to you, yet everything in you longed for. Suddenly these raw feelings I had didn't seem as scary to admit as before; like a light bulb experiencing the joy of light for the first time, I knew what was true, and for the first time could admit to myself and was not frightened. But still, knew it was not fair to say. I slowly started to make love to you, mixing my passion, the rain, and your desire, intertwining two lives into this exotic dance of wanting. Pulling you into my world, showing you a place no one has ever been. Your white knuckles griped the edges of the hammock as I allowed you to become one with me. You watched in awe as my body took you in completely. My desire was so fierce that as I made love to you my body trembled on top of yours. I could feel my heart in my throat, the butterflies forcing my stomach to notice, and my heart, oh my heart, my heart overflowing with something so powerful it caused my body to forget boundaries and reasoning, and caused my body to become blurred within yours. They were no defining lines, no barriers, we were one... Dreamland The train was already full when my mother pushed me on board. I looked around at the strange faces that neighbored me. A young woman hushed an infant in a seat adjacent to a smiling elderly couple, whose warm cuddle proved time had not withered their love as it did their faces. Many young men towered over me, clinging to the metal handrail as they braced for the train's impending lurch forward. A gentleman in grey slacks and a bowler in his lap smiled warmly at me, offering his seat. "Here lil miss, take mines, why don't ya?" His thick Irish accent charmed me and he winked boyishly at my mother. She beamed, and guided me to the seat, handing me her purse so she, too, could grasp the handrail. I looked up at my mother. She was young and beautiful, with her golden hair recently bobbed and neatly tucked under her best wide-brimmed feather hat. I envied my mother's high-waisted gown as it draped naturally around her ankles, as if she were built solely to wear such fashion. My own pink ruffled party dress made me feel insecure next to her obvious womanly elegance, although I needn't feel so ashamed, as I was only 6 years old. However, as any young girl, I yearned to be just like mommy, and I imagined myself twirling angelically in a magical ballroom with a man just like my daddy in her beautiful gown. I peering longingly at her glossy high heeled shoes, wishing my own polished flats made the same 'click click' as I walked with her confidence. I loved Mommy and one day I would be just like her. The train ride was not longer than thirty minutes, although as a young child in a fever of excitement, I could imagine each minute was an hour. My mother looked warmly down at me, sensing my anticipation. "Don't worry sweetheart," she cooed softly to me, "We'll be in Coney very soon. Be still now...stop kicking those feet!" Although she lightly scolded me, her tone was happy, and all too knowing that my feet could not stop kicking until we reached our destination and I could know for sure we were really there. There, of course, being Coney Island; a place of wonder, of magic, and of dreams comes true. Peering out of the window of the train I could see the outline of Luna Park ahead, with the Dreamland Tower and the Steeplechase Tower to the far left and right of it. I held my breath and grinned wildly at my mother. She patted my hair and warned softly, "Now don't go running off, Suzy. Stay with me and hold Mommy's hand; don't let go." I nodded in acknowledgement, and as the train doors opened I clasped my mother's hand tightly and anxiously tugged her forward. She laughed lightly and allowed herself to be dragged by her impatient little girl. My first step onto the street was like a slap in the face; music, color, scent, and hundreds of people overwhelmed all of my young senses. Startled, I stepped behind my mother, who was obviously amused by my bewilderment. "Come along, Suzy" she purred comfortingly, "Don't be afraid now. Just follow me. Stay close to Mommy." And follow I did; wide-eyed and consumed with curiosity like I'd never felt before. The smell of exotic foods wafted through the air, making my mouth salivate as I stared hungrily at the food vendors shouting convincing promises that their food was the best on Surf Avenue. I gazed in amazement at the outlandishly dressed barkers dragging in crowds as they exhibited human oddities the likes of which I could have never even dreamed. I watched in awe as a street magician pulled a dozen red roses from under a blushing girl's skirt while the man beside her glared unapprovingly. Very soon we reached the entrance to Dreamland off Surf Avenue. A giant stone angel stood in the center, its outstretched wings creating a beautiful arched passageway into the park. Walking through, I held my mothers hand tighter as the street scene melted away and I entered a dark tunnel with strange images and statues along the walls. "This attraction is called 'Creation'," My mother explained to me, noticing my apprehension. "See, as we walk we are going through the passage of Genesis in the Bible. You remember Geneses from school, don't you?" I nodded, the pictures now vaguely familiar. "Can you show me which picture is the story of Adam and Eve?" I looked around for a moment, analyzing the faces of each portrait on the walls, so intricately detailed and perfect. I pointed at one depicting a half naked man and woman under a glowing fruit tree. "Yes!" She exclaimed in approval, "And how about Noah's Ark?" I easily found the painting of a large wooden ship with various animal heads poking curiously out of the windows. My mothers exaggerated commendations made my self-esteem swell. By the time we were out of the Creation Tunnel, I was again leading the way. I squinted as I stepped back into sunlight and Dreamland opened around me like a fantastic new world. Directly ahead of me was an infinitely tall tower, sculpted to perfection as if it were the very tower of Heaven. I tried to find the very top, but the suns glare would not let me, so I shifted my gaze to the wonders around me. Hundreds of people swarmed and danced around the park in their own enchanted trance; women squealed with delight as the men they were with chased them playfully off one ride and onto the next. Each ride and attraction adorned with thousands of flickering electric lights that beckoned any adventure seeker to step right up if they dared. The strains of "Some of These Days" by Shelton Brooks cut clear across the park as people clapped and cheered in the food court under the Dreamland Tower, singing along to the upbeat music as an animated, slightly crazed man hammered the tune out on a baby grand piano nearby. I began to tap my feet to the music and my mother laughed and twirled me as I danced, the people walking around us smiled at the admirable scene of a mother and a daughter playing together. I suddenly felt happy my mother dressed me in my pink party dress today; the lace and ruffle hem twirled around me, making me feel like a princess. I couldn't help but blush at every 'Awwww' I received from a passing couple. My mother's face exuded pride. She sighed, and said softly "I wish your father was here to see how pretty you are." I stopped and looked up at my mother, noticing how sad her eyes looked. I held her hand and pouted, but only because I wanted her to see how sad I was too, just like her. I knew Daddy would be home soon, he told me so himself. He had gone away to the Army, but only for a little while. I knew he would be back, but sometimes my mother looked as if she wasn't quite so sure. When my mother saw my pout, she grimaced, and then smiled. "Don't frown, Suzy," She chided softly, "You'll get worry lines." I wasn't entirely sure what she meant by this but she smiled at me, and with all the marvel of Dreamland spinning around me, my pout couldn't help but dissipate into a toothy grin. "Come on, let's go to the Shoot-the-Chutes!" she suggested happily, in a tone resembling a schoolyard playmate more than a mother. I enthusiastically agreed. The ride featured two wooden boats that climbed with an awkward rumble towards a steep drop into a lagoon. Unfortunately my mother was not ready for the drop, or the wave of algae green water that waited for us at the bottom. As I took in the breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean laid out before me, my mother yelped in surprise, and grabbed me so hard I caught my breath just before the plunge. I tried to scream but couldn't breathe, and found myself gasped for air as my mother loosened her grip once we hit the water. When I realized it was over I was squealing with delight, and I turned to my mother to beg for another ride. I could tell instantly it was out of the question. Her beautiful feather hat sat lifelessly on her head, the wide brim lay limply over her flushed face. I couldn't see her eyes but I knew they were fuming. I bit my lip and looked down, worried our day of fun was over. "I love you Mommy. You're beautiful today," I tried hopefully, giving her the most innocent look I could muster. She lifted the brim of her soggy hat with one hand and looked down at me, all the anger that I imagined in her eyes just moments before were gone now. She smirked lightly. "Well, you are your father's daughter!" She laughed out loud at this, and I laughed too, because I really thought she was beautiful that day. When the boat jerked to a stop on the exit platform, she took my hand and gracefully lifted me out. She following right behind me and we puffed our chests out and walked like two respectable women, despite being drenched head to toe with murky swamp water. "Let's sit in the sun for a moment Suzy, and let our knickers dry," she said, and we giggled at the thought. She bought me an ice cream and we perched under the Dreamland Tower, taking in the wonders and magic that surrounded us. After half the cream had sufficiently melted down my wrist, my mother decided it was time to turn our attention back to the parks attractions. "Where do you want to go now, Suzy?" she glanced at me questioningly as she wiped my hands and face clean with a rag. "Um...Shoot-the-Chutes?" I offered, only half joking. She glared at me with a slight smirk. "All right all right, Perhaps the Fighting Flames?" She nodded in agreement and we went to see the show. My mother made a conscientious decision to steer clear of any more water rides, or rides in general. She didn't trust the outcome, and only agreed to attractions with no unwanted surprises. The show was entertaining; my mother and I clapped as firemen rounded a staged building that was set on fire. The firemen rescued all the actors inside. I told my mother I wanted to be a fireman when I grew up. She frowned lightly and replied, "We'll see." I stomped my foot and glared at her. I knew that always meant no. But she just laughed and pulled me along. "Come along, Suzy. Don't waste the day." I forgot why I was discontent and skipped playfully behind her. We went to every attraction Dreamland had to offer (save the rides, of course, courtesy of my mother). We saw Liliputa, the midget city, and watched laughing people wave from the flying airships ride. We went to the Japanese Tea House and took a miniature train to the other side of the park, of course after convincing my mother it was not a water train. The day went by too quickly, and as I caught my mother staring off into the twilight, I gazed up at her in a moue to quickly defy the words I knew she was tipping on her tongue. "All right Suzy, I think it's time to...oh no, not that," she looked down and caught my grimace mid-sentence. "Suzy, it is time to go." "Please Mama, One more?" my eyes were open wide, pitiful and heartbreaking. She sighed in defeat. "All right, yes Suzy. One more," "Hurrah! Let's go to Bostock's!" I grabbed her hand before she could dispute and pulled her to the circus by the entrance of the park. I laughed cheekily to myself at my clever plan. The circus would last an hour at least, so we would have to stay just a bit longer. Long enough for the streetlamps to turn on. Long enough to see the wild Coney day turn into a blazing electric night. We entered Bostock's Circus quite early, before the next show started. My mother and I sat in the very front row, and I bounced up in down gleefully in my seat as a man rounded the corner and offered my mother a bag of peanuts for a nickel. She declined, but when I pleaded, she gave in. The man eyed me with a raised brow. "Cute kid," he mumbled as he tottered away, leaving my mother glaring suspiciously after him. I crunched on the peanuts noisily. More and more people filed in, and soon the half-circled arena was filled with laughter and movement. In the center was dirt stage with various props and tools. "Do you see that hoop?" my mother asked me, pointing in the direction of a rather large wooden loop prop. "I'll bet you a penny that a lion jumps through it." "But I don't have a penny!" I declared, loudly enough so the woman next to me turned to glare at my commotion. My mother laughed. "Here's one!" she handed me a shiny new penny from her purse. "Well? Do you bet?" "Hmmmmm..." I twirled the penny in my fingers, then grinned, offering my hand, "Bet!" We laughed as we shook on it. The lights grew dim as the show began, and I squirmed excitedly in my seat as a tall man dressed in a fine black suit and top hat entered the dirt stage. His hair was a dark mocha color and sat somewhat unruly under his hat. His dark eyes scanned across the full crowd of the arena and he smirked with an air of loftiness as he began his introduction, confidence oozing from the rich tone of his voice. I heard my mother audibly gasp, as did the woman on the other side of me. I glanced curiously at both of them. "...And of course I, Apollo Arturi, will be your ringleader this evening..." the man was very amicable, but my attention now turned to the beautiful young lady that entered the arena after him, two leashes in either hand that were collared to two full grown lions. This is when I gasped. I tugged my mothers sleeve and pointed, but she shushed me and reminded me she was watching too. The man in the top hat...Apollo...dazzled me with the amazing tricks he taught his lions. The beautiful young woman was not afraid at all as Apollo calmly directed the lions to walk around her, sit beside her, and even shake her hand with their massive paws. At one point, Apollo controlled nearly twenty full grown lions! The beautiful young lady picked up the wooden loop and set it ablaze. Apollo directed the lions to jump right through and all twenty did. I screamed in delighted amazement and applauded as loudly as I could until my mother tapped my shoulder and cleared her throat, and I scowled as I dropped the penny back in her purse. She grinned. Too soon the woman walked all the lions backstage; all but one. The lion sat on its haunches and looked up at Apollo, as if waiting for a queue. Apollos eyes scanned the crowd once more as if searching for something. They stopped when they found what they were looking for. They stopped on me. Apollo took three long, graceful strides toward me; smooth enough for anyone to imagine him floating on air. He stopped when he reached me and slowly dipped into a gentlemanly bow. He gently took my right hand as if he meant to kiss it and I felt my mother grasp my left wrist instinctively, as any mother would when confronted by a stranger. Apollo slowly lifted his eyes to her face and I noticed then that they were an unusual ash colored grey, his lips pressed into a sly grin. He winked at her, but not at all with the boyish charm of the nice man on the train. It was provocative and alluring, and insinuated something more than what my young mind could comprehend. My mother swooned and my wrist was relinquished. "Don't worry Mama," he lulled softly, his voice reassuring and delicious, "Your princess is safe with me." He picked me up easily and lifted me over the railing, gracefully placing me on the dirt stage. When I looked back at my mother, she was clutching the neckline of her dress, taking a deep breath. I tried to shoot her a questioning look, but Apollo grabbed my hand and tugged lightly forward. "Come on Princess, let's show Mama how brave you are," the silky tone of his voice made me follow him at once. He led me to the lone lion, which now lay on all fours with its enormous head resting on its forepaws. It glanced apathetically in my direction then looked away, as if bored by a redundant situation. "Go on Princess, give him a pat," Apollo nudged me forward, but I gave a horrified glance at the lion's huge, lethargic jaws and imagined them crushing me. I spun around and clung to his body, burying my face in his thigh. The crowd awed, but I did not smile like did earlier in the day when the people approved of my dance. They were awing at my fear, and I now felt self-conscious. Apollo smoothed my hair. "Don't be afraid, Princess. I won't let him hurt you. He is just a big kitty cat." His voice was so soothing, and I turned to see him reaching down to touch the tan fur of the lion. I gave a wide-eyed glance at the face of the lion, half expecting it to jump up and bite his arm off. But the lion just lay there, motionless, save for the deep breathing in and out of his belly. I smiled and looked up at Apollos face, his smoky gaze meeting mine, and he nodded forward in approval. I reached out and giggled as I felt the first touch of fur under my fingertips. He smiled at me, and as the crowd cheered in adoration I felt brave enough to rub its belly like I would an average dog. The lion closed its eyes and took a very deep breath. The breath startled me and I pulled my hand back abruptly, but Apollo caught it with his and smoothly cooed, "Wasn't so bad, was it Princess?" I blushed and shook my head. He lead me back to my mother, who looked as blue as if she hadn't taken one breath since I stepped on the dirt stage. He lifted me back over the railing and safely in her arms. He took my hand, bowed, and this time did kiss me right on the back of my hand with a soft little peck. "For the Princess..." he smiled. I giggled and blushed again. Then he shifted his ashen gaze to my mother, who gasped lightly, and he held out his hand to her as well. She glanced around awkwardly, but the smoky eyes never left hers. She lifted her hand out to him and he embraced it, still gazing intently at her, and pressed his soft lips against her skin; lingering much longer...too long...on her hand. My mother sighed deeply, her eyes closed. "For the Queen..." his voice was low and seductive, and he dragged his hand across hers as he let it go, smirking his Cheshire grin. As he walked away I looked up at my mother. She gazed longingly after him, biting her lip. I tugged on her sleeve. "Mama did you see? I touched a lion! He could have bitten my head clean off! I would have been dead and bleeding blood everywhere! Bleeding blood! But did you see Mama? Were you watching? He didn't bite me; he just let me pet him! Can we get a lion, Mommy? Mommy, can we get a lion? Mommy!" She looking down at me, awakened from her trance. "Suzy, please!" she exclaimed, exasperated. I clamped my mouth shut grumpily. The next act was moving on stage and, although it involved two giant elephants, I was not as enthusiastic about this show as I was about Apollo and his lions. The look of disappointment on my mothers face as Apollo left the stage led me to believe she thought the same way. So I sleepily yawned and curled against my mother. She brushed a gold lock of hair out of my eyes. "It's past your bedtime," she said softly. I nodded and replied, "I know." "I think it's time to go," and there was no debating it. I was already half asleep. She led me out of the arena and back into Dreamland, where the twilight had long since faded into a milky deep cerulean night that swirled with stars and dark clouds; the amazing lights of Dreamland reaching into the sky, trying to grab an opiate moon out of the galaxies. I tried to keep my eyes open to see the electric Coney I plotted so coyly to attain, but I simply could not do it. My mother was right; it was past my bedtime. I only half remembered the walk back down Surf Avenue, and what I did remember I did not recognize in the new face of night. I tried to locate the food vendors, the freak show oddities, the street magician...but all in vain. I gave up and curled into the comfort of my mothers arms as she carried me back to the train. She carried me onboard the half empty car and took a seat in the back corner, letting me lay across her lap. "Did you have fun today?" she asked softly, humming a lullaby. My eyes opened a slit and I murmured my affirmation. She sighed, smiling lightly and said "Good." Dreamland Her hum allayed my wild thoughts of our day, and the smooth rocking of the train soothed me into a trance; drifted me to a sleep where I was twirling with my mother in the sunshine, dreaming of Dreamland. Dreamland Sprite A soft dreamy subtle ripple flowing through my slumbering essence awakens me. I don't know how long I have been asleep, maybe decades to centuries. Dormant but alert, time is of no relevance. My existence is as ageless as the setting sun. I have lost track over the centuries as to how old I am. I live and die over and over. Birth, life and death have mingled together like an eternal kaleidoscope. The sensual entity that I am is wrapped intimately within every fiber of a dignified ancient magnolia tree. We are one. I feel its leaves waxen and breathe, absorbing sunlight. I gather strength from the steadfastness of it bark. The delicate aroma of its slow blossoming buds teases my senses with fresh magnolia perfume. It is this perfume that has provoked the awakening of me, a wild wood sprite prone to mischief during my awakening state. I thirst for it now. My aura recognizes femininity in war with the formidable magnolia over its fragrant blossom. My curiosity is alive. I do not fight the urge to investigate. I inhale my essence within all that I am until I become a tightly wound ball. I rush through the magnolia tree's intricate pathway of limbs towards the fighting flower. It absorbs me, just as it is captured from the tree. My escape pod's fragrance is heady and intoxicating. In the dainty soft hands of a shapely fair blue-eyed slender maiden with hair of pure golden silk, I rest for I am gorged inside the floral petals. With every dainty step, she breathes in the magnolia perfume. Her pure innocent pleasure stimulates my sensual essence, leaving me dizzy and desiring more. Wisps of me escape from the severed end of the blossom to caress her soft palm. The warmth of her skin is addictive. She takes me inside a building. Then places the vibrant flower in a vase of water. The coldness of the water sends shivers through me, as I pulsate and patiently wait. As nighttime arrives, I am ready. I can feel the aura of the maiden as she prepares for sleep. She flirts around the room, occasionally stopping to smell the flower's scent. I listen with the alertness of a night creature to the sounds from the bed, as my genteel lady finally retires. Shortly, the maiden's steady breath of slumber tells me she is in dreamland. My vaporous form leaves the comfort of the magnolia blossom. Insatiable will be my passion. It has slept for an extremely long time and needs sating. As my aura swirls a burning crimson, I meld to the bed sheets. The maiden is wearing chic satin pajamas. I slip through the fabric to slide it off her luscious body as she sleeps. She is beautiful in her nakedness. My ancient eyes drink in her beauty. Her skin is spun from moonlight, all creamy and white. As she sleeps, her melon-sized breasts rise and fall, with nipples of rose petal pink. I can see that her long legs are smooth and sleek. The silken baby fine hair on her lovely inviting nether regions reminds me of the soft down of a snowy white baby dove. I trail kisses of scarlet mist down her neck until I settle, lingering ones over her taut rosy nipples. They spring to life under my teasing vapors. I suckle them like a hungry babe. She groans as I give her breasts with their firm curves and valleys attention. I tire of them quickly. Craving a wetness that only her womanhood can provide, I travel down her soft tummy, until I find her pouting petals folds. I inhale her feminine fragrance, mimicking her smells of the magnolia blossom. She exudes scents of orange and musk. I have to taste. Hazy scarlet licks follow the fold and crevices of her quivering quim, causing dew to gather on her puffy lips. I trace the shape of her button of joy with the slowness of burgundy steam. In tune with her rapid breathing, I beat out a tempo of mist on her orgasmic trigger. When her orgasm strikes, I keep steady pace with her climatic cantata, causing her to sing a second verse of pleasure. While her body is still quivering in orgasmic land, my essence takes the shape of her complete bodily opposite. My form hardens with muscles to mold to her soft curves. A monstrous phallus grows to enter her moisture cavern. I take her in one swift smooth move. She feels like a velvet glove wrapped around my lust rod. I can still feel the spasms of her previous climaxes. I aim to give her more. Her nipples grow more erect and harder, as I pinch and pull on them. My strong hands massage and squeeze her beauteous breasts. She grinds her boiling quim against my shiny phallus covered with her juices. My fair maiden smiles in her sleep, for I am her dream lover. I slide out of her to rub my torridness up and down her drenched slit. She is a pleasure to fuck. She moves her hips upwards, trying to take prisoner the object of her need and the answer to her prayers. So, I press the tip of my throbbing cock against the opening of her wet womanhood. I slip in slowly, until she is impaled fully. She grips the sheets, crying out in her slumber. Her face is full of joy. I fuck her hard and long, her body contorts and bends to the will of my need. The fair maiden gives me gratification. I feel her climax over and over on my hardness. She claws at the bedding, crying out an unrecognizable name. I fuck her harder each time she cums. She wraps her legs around me, urging me on, never once awakening to see that her dream lover has no visible face, no visible shape. I pound into her until I am sated. When I climax, my cock swells to a more humongous size that it already is. The maiden screams out in orgasmic delight for I fill her as no other ever has and shall never again. I slip away to let her return to quiet slumber land. I awaken sometime later to discover that the magnolia blossom has died. Sensing the present of green viridian leaves nearby; I rush into them and return to sleep. I must rest for I have fantasies to consummate tonight with my gentle maiden. I shall invade every orifice that she posses, and show no mercy. She will reach orgasmic heights yet discovered. Her wildest dreams have come true.