Dreams & Delusions…

Posts tagged “Fantasy

Sleep

I keep saying
I’m going to get some sleep,
But every time I rest,
These images of you creep
Through my consciousness,
And I fall so deep
Into you, into me…
I’m going to get some sleep.

~Antanya

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Calypso’s Slippers

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Calypso calls
In her blushing glory-
“I’ll weave you
A golden skin,
Only stay,
To adore me…
I’ll keep you
Intoxicated
On the sweetest wine,
Only say
You’re eternally mine…”
Dancing in slippers,
Delicate silk…
Touching iridescent skin,
Pale as milk.
Come, adventurer,
And drink of me,
We’ll forever rule the sea…

~Antanya


Whispers of Intimacy

I hear whispers of spirit-
Calling on the Spring wind,
Howling my name…
Caressing my ears teasingly,
Trailing tingling fingers on my throat,
Swirling through tendrils
Of my long hair,
Wrapping warmth around
My shivering soul…

Sending my love in pure energy,
Feeling the harmony of our synergy…
You’re so far, but so close to me,
Still… My most intimate fantasy.

~Antanya


Soul Sex

Cold caress-
Chilling my arms

Shivers slithering-
Down my spine

Warmth wrapping-
Around my core

Torturous tingles-
Between my hips

Spirals slipping-
Circling my toes

Gliding grasps-
Gripping my thighs

Salacious slaps-
Striking my ass

Sliding strokes-
Under my soul

~Antanya


Morning Dream

Light is filtering through the inky blue curtains,
And I am halfway awake, still in a dream daze…
Snuggled deep and warm in pillows and blankets.
I close my eyes to embrace waking slowly, and you are there…

I feel your warm breath…
On my shoulder,
Up my neck,
And into my ear…
A chill runs through me, as I feel your finger trace
Down the naked curve of my spine, and settle,
Cupping your hand around my ass and squeezing…

Your other hand is stroking my hair,
Caressing my neck,
Moving down to cup my breast,
I whimper, as you squeeze me
Gently, but firmly, in your strong hands…
You pull me so close, I can feel your heart pound against my spine.

My blood is ice and fire,
I am consumed
In desire,
In passion,
In need…
I wonder if you feel the same, will you to whisper my name…
I growl in need, my hunger screams to feed…

…But, then I hear the creak of my son’s door,
The pitter-patter of his feet on the floor,
Then, “Hi, mommy”, and my focus snaps to,
I’m forced to put away my fantasies of you…
But, if you asked if I still daydream of you,
I’d smile, and shyly reply, “I do.”…

~Antanya