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Most of the time, my dreams have me locked in scenarios I can't escape...nightmares. Danger around every corner, dark beings waiting to catch me, twist me in half, or sometimes it goes a little deeper...comes a bit closer to home.
But sometimes my mind can create the most beautiful things when I am sleeping. Like the feeling of a first kiss. The way their face draws near, you can feel the chill of their skin, you take in their scent, and can feel their lips trembling. They close their eyes so you don't see them darting back and forth as they are calculating their every move...then comes the shuddering breath. That first contact of their lips on yours. It's a test. It's a small kiss, just testing the grounds...

...then their face gets hotter, you take in their breath. They pull away just for a moment, long enough for you to miss them. And the chase is on, you are now a hunter, and you go in again. You kiss them more feverishly this time, aggressively, and they pull you right back. That's when the souls meld, that's when curiosity turns to passion. It's a beautiful process. But for once, my mind didn't focus on the hunger...it didn't focus on the fever of passion. It focused on that cold skin, on those trembling lips...the small pecks of curiosity, of a longing held back by a steel cage. And it was...beautiful...poetic...
It's a moment we only get a few times in our lives. But I will remember it...I will hold on to all those feelings for the rest of my life.