Moonlight
Moonlight. Cold and lifeless, it sees much that warm, living people conceal.
The coolness of the midnight hour enters through the open windows along with the lunar glow. Your body mimics the movements of sleep… arms and hair strewn across the bed… the sheet flowing over your hips across your slender form.
And in the window shines the month. Brightly illuminating you like a spotlight, it tries to look at you as you are… without extra clothing.
Captured by a dream, you turn onto your side, tuck your legs up to your tummy, your eyelashes flutter slightly… Tiny panties merge with your body but lend the sight a saturated erotic
effect of chastity and… the reality of what is happening.An unexpected movement of air near your face disturbs you. It is so swift that it seems you just closed your eyes and there was no weary descent into restful sleep. A presence… a warm and calming presence of someone expected and familiar…
… Like a statue, I stand frozen, struck by the sight. Purity in its very manifestation makes me forget for a moment which planet I am on. Bathed in moonlight, you are beautiful… defenseless… An aroma of sensuality emanates from you. Perhaps sensing my gaze, you turn onto your back, slightly spreading your legs and turning your face away from the window. Quietly approaching the window, I enjoy the view of the month and stars, the silence of the night, resolutely, but with regret, I draw the curtain across the opening, leaving a strip of light that will not disturb your sleep but will allow me to see. I sit down nearby, but in such a way that my presence does not disturb your sleep… with my eyes I absorb your body, catching the emotions that, like elusive shadows, show what you are dreaming of. I like everything.
And even in sleep, the proud curve of your lips, which I barely restrain myself from kissing… the hair strewn like a silky mass covering the pillow… slender legs at which one wants to squeeze shut their eyes and calm their quickening heartbeat… and the slightly tense buds on your chest… I admire… absorb with all my senses your image, the scent of your sleeping body, the sound of your breathing, and acutely feel that time is moving forward and this will never repeat itself. But I am grateful to time… and… to the moonlight for these moments… and to you… unwittingly gifting this spectacle which you yourself will likely never know about.
Greedily, I savor every moment… and… your delicate ear, your sensual neck, your elegant fingers… the curves of your tummy…
You stirred slightly… sensing my gaze… the cooled night air streams in, disturbing your body… Seizing the moment when you turn onto your side, half-lying on your tummy, I quietly take the silk sheet and cover you… gently, firmly embrace you from behind…
Desire clouds reason… I want to merge into one right now and fall asleep inside you… But I do not want to destroy the magic of the moonlit night… And counting the barely perceptible beats of your heart, I join you until morning.
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