His

By Lynda Decker

Desire is what drew me to him. I craved all he had and he craved all I had. He was my weakness, I his strength. His world was my dream, and my dream was to be his.

He came to me in my slumber. A figure that remained hidden, concealed in the shadowy veil of the night. He watched me in my deepest of slumbers and spoke to me in distant whispers. I could feel his eyes on my hungry milky white virgin flesh, his crave and desire coursed through my veins. He saw through me with his onyx black eyes, like I was a crystal figurine. Delicate and beautiful.

We are two separate creatures, living in opposite dimensions, frozen in the dark land of the immortal by my intoxicating slumber. This is the only way we can meet, I hear his promises to make me his in this shadowy land he resides. I know what he hungers, as he knows mine. Our abound secrets forever remain here in this dimension, as I continue to slumber. Hoping one day this slumber will be eternal.

"Take my hand, " he calls to me as I see his porcelain white hand extend from the abyss of shadows. I slowly sit up, startled by this slight revelation, now knowing if this is a dream, or my dreamed of reality. I reach for his finger tips as he begins to part the shadow curtains, by revealing half himself to me. Like a crescent moon in my room he glows. His pale blue skin and his single onyx solatair stare pierces my very being as my hand takes his cool hand in mine. Half his face revealed to me,the other half still hidden. What part is it that I see? What part is he hiding?

"Part the curtains of the night beloved, reveal yourself to me, I truly hunger to see all of you, " I say as I stand before him.

Slowly, he steps from the shadows, like a bashful child. I bask in his beauty, he truly is a beautiful creature. Now both onyx black eyes pierce me, reading me, knowing what I want, and what I can give. I behold a gift no other can bestow upon him. My undying, unconditional love, immortal lust, and innocent spirit.

AS we lock eyes, I am in a trans. Am I dreaming? The cool touch of his hands on my face jolt me into the reality of this. His touch so cool, sends fire coursing through my veins burning with desire, unlocking my own creature, untamed, unkempt for him.

His lips touch mine so gentle, like a butterfly dancing on my face. Like a volcano, the passion begins to erupt, and the untamed animal that lays inhibited with in me is slowly being unchained.

His lips part from mine, I feel abandoned. Like he just cut the chord that binds us as one. His hands still resting on my face, his eyes still dark yet bright like strongest of stars splitting my night. He speaks to me, with out moving his lips. I listen to his command and gently cock my head to my side. His cool clammy hand gently dances down my neck to my shoulder, brushing the strap of my silky nightie off my shoulder. Like a cool soft gentle breeze his skin gently glides over mine. Stifling my sadness and heightening my desire. I close my eyes upon his silent commands.

His lips touch my neck like a feather, landing softly on my waiting flesh. My heart beat echoes through my mind as the blood begins to run faster through my body. The volcano erupts as I feel his teeth, the key to our happiness and eternal bliss puncture my neck. I feel my warm life juice trickle down my back, shoulder blades. My heart beat softens as I feel my old life, my painful life of broken promises and shattered futures leave me, and my new life of undying love, fulfilled dreams and power being instilled as he drinks. I am giving him all he needs to be complete, as he is completing me. We are a full picture, destined to be together, and now…forever bound together with the life line we each fed.

Finally my dream, is no longer just that, but my nightmare of waking is to an end, and now, we both hide within the shadows of the world I once knew, but we bask in the light of the world I always wanted to know.