Ludwig looked into the eyes of his beloved, his arms encircled around the slim waist, his muscular chest pressed against the petit one of the other. Every time he breathed the scent of his love filled his lungs, drugging his senses, intoxicating him. The cerulean pools that he stared into were full of love and trust, devotion and want. He loved the other so much his heart ached to the point of breaking, he would have followed them blindly to the ends of the earth, time and death could not halt him from ever being with his one true love. Reverently his hand moved up to caress the golden silk locks that draped around the fragile face, framing it and enhancing the immortal beauty the other possessed. The soft supple lips upon that perfect face beckoned, as if begging him to lean in and capture them in a loving passionate kiss. Not able to resist the siren call those lips possessed he moved his face closer, inch by torturous inch towards those luscious soft petals that would drag him into depths of oblivion and never let him go. There was but a minuscule insignificant space separating the two of them from sharing in that one intimate moment and he hated that space with a passion of a desperate man though he lingered in that one moment as his eyes burned the visage of his love into his mind. That moment was all he could stand to be separated from those lips, his eyes slowly closed themselves and he closed the distance between them. That was the moment his dream came to an end and he returned to the land of consciousness once more. He laid there, staring at the ceiling unblinkingly, the visage of his dream love burned so plainly in his mind though forever remained out of his conscious reach. A sigh passed from his lips and he closed his eyes once more, hoping for a clearer image of that one person that made him feel so complete. The image eluded him, again and again he tried but all he could see were the golden locks, the cerulean orbs, those sinful lips that blasted reality to nothing and left him floating in an abyss of want and need, pleasure and desire promised with each lingering second. With a resigned sigh he threw off his covers, climbed from his bed and prepared for another meaningless day; longing for and awaiting the time he could return to his bed and to the love of his dreams once more.
Can anyone guess the mystery lover?