Awake in the dark, still with my eyes half closed. I reach out towards you, I feel your smooth skin under my fingers, it seems to me that you are stretching your leg towards me or maybe you are dreaming, hard to say.
I go up with my hand, I look for you, I kiss you. Here is the navel and then higher. I kiss you again.
You're awake now, I'm sure, you're looking for me too in the dark. We kiss gently and then more and more passionate.
Our bodies are looking for each other, I undress you. You undress me.
I feel your skin against mine, your warmth. It's cool outside but it's hot right here in this bed.
"What a nice awakening" you tell me.
"Good morning" I reply.
You guide me inside you and hold me.
It's just us, you and me. You keep me inside you.
"Don't run away" you tell me.
"I'm not going anywhere" I tell you.
Let's stay like that, a little longer.
Who knows what time it is. Ultimately, however, it doesn't really matter to know.
"You interrupted the dream I was having," you tell me.
"Is that what you dreamed of?" I ask you.
"I do not remember"
"Excuse me"
"No, don't apologize, that's okay. It doesn't matter what I was dreaming about anymore. But it's the second day in a row that I have a dream interrupted. Yesterday Tigress did it when I woke up."
A good passion for bodies to be searching in the dark from the light in the dream. Sometimes the dream reaches out to awaken the morning where the new day might make a new dream as an afterthought. Searches can be a mystery.
THE PRODIGY OF IDEAS 
Nov 03, 2021 @ 13:47:03
A good passion for bodies to be searching in the dark from the light in the dream. Sometimes the dream reaches out to awaken the morning where the new day might make a new dream as an afterthought. Searches can be a mystery.
Nov 03, 2021 @ 14:37:54
Interrupted dreams … I keep the sensation of something missed for long time.