geniussmiddy

I look into his window that's icy, spiderwebbed by Autumn's touch.
He is restless, haunted by yearning.
Shifting endlessly on his lone bed, his blankets forgotten on the floor.
I'm at the foot of his bed, standing.
I run my fingernail up the baby soft sole of his foot and smile sweetly at his whimper.
I draw my arms above my head and slowly rise to my toes.
My long hair streams down my bowed back to caress the skin that arches there.
I'm suspended above him.
A curvy shape encassed in airy purple fabric, invading, set to conquer.
I'm in his dreams now.
That vibrant and bland world beyond consciousness.
He's not alone anymore though.
I'm there.
Bringing him pleasure and a comfort unknown outside dream's veil.
I lay beside him, stroking back his hair, crooning in a forgotten language.
A kiss on his brow and I'm gone, leaving a dusting of pansys to grace his room.
Cortland gasped awake, sucking in the unfamiliar scent of passion.
He fell back against his pillows, his stomach rippling with