It's never goodbye, my love

By MacsLovlyAngl (lovlyangl)

A romantic three shot of poetry and motion. SMacked. His Dream/Her dream/there dream

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His Dream...

I watched her enter from across the shadowed hall, the sway of her hips, to the fullness of her lips. As my eyes travel down, to her beautiful legs, I feel that smile slowly curve, upon my face. Then she turns, smiles, and looks my way, walking towards me, I feel my heart begin to race. Always she does this, with grace, and with finess. Oh... if she only knew, how she already had my desired respect.

She whispers good morning, with a sweet tender caress of her hand. Leaving my body, to crave more of her, then she could ever come, to understand. She has become a torment, to my sensual peace of mind. If she ever knew of my feelings, of how I could make her body, burn within mine. Watching her sit, she gives me another warm smile. Moving beside her, I admire her for a while.

She asks me with gentleness... "how was your night? Did you manage to sleep, or did your hurtful soul, and memories, burn you once more inside?" I gift her with a stroke, across her warm arm, telling her... "It never stops hurting, the ache never disappears, just always remains undone. It's an emptiness in my soul, I don't know how to replace. So cold is my bed, as I try lay upon it at night. As well as my arms, that wrap my pillow nice and tight."

She brushes my arm, with a whisper sweet caress. Telling me with her eyes, that even though she gone, I've been forever blessed. For she lives in my memory, my heart, and my soul. Where she had never diappeared, for this is where she lives on, forever more. I feel the warmth of her hand reach up, and stroke my stubbled cheek. As her eyes weld up, for the pain she feels for me.

Watching her expression, I wonder, and I dream. Could she ever come to finally one day realize she loves me? Or are these little moments, just meant to be passionate, and sweet fantasies. So afraid to speak, as her eyes continiue to show her pain, as I feel her hand, slowly start to pull away. Knowing this may be, the final chance I will ever have. I reach for her, grasping, holding her hand.

Telling her without words, that her touch I love to feel. Each little caress, she strokes upon me, causing me needy deep fears. I wonder what she'd do, if I brought my lips close, near to hers. Leaning my warm breath, upon her lips, to tenderly burn. Would she close her eyes in the desires, that I would now be feeding her soul? Or would she pull away, and softly call my name, while turning her head in shyness or whispered shame.

Willing to take the risk, I move in to touch her lips. Just a whipser, just a breath, inhaling her heavenly soft scent. Seeing her eyes softly fall to half mass, I wonder if she's preparing, been expecting, this moment to finally come, at last. Testing the waters, I caress my lips upon hers, feeling her jump, from the pleasure I envoked. Knowing her passion, was truly a match to mine. Leaving me to finally realize, we shared the same sensual dreams, deep inside.

Taking her deeper, crushing her lips upon mine. I give her my tongue as she suckles, causing our fevered passion to begin deep inside. Feeling my fingers, wrap deeply into her curls, as we both see the colors of ecstacy's rainbow delight , helping us prepare. For that final step, that will join us as one, leaving us bonded, forever, never capable of being undone.

Genlty I lay her now, across the soft couch, in my office room. Dancing my fingertips along her flesh, that is shuddering anew. Knowing her desire, is matching my own, letting us know, this was always meant to be, in each others arms forever more. Breaking the kiss, I caress my tongue across her neck, stopping by her ear, as I whisper... "will you have any regrets?" Waiting for the answer, hoping that she give the right one, that will allow me to continue, bonding us together in our song.

She turns to face me, her eyes soaked in her passions tears. As I hear her say..."Not a one, there will be no regret or hurtful fears." Feeling my heart, burst deep within, cause now I know she is ready, to once again, begin. Our lovers dance, that will bring on a new fresh romance. An enchanted feeling, that will continue to enhance. In our friendship, our partnership, forever coming together, as the angels softly chant.

Linking our fingers, we wrap them, as I continue my quest, stroking my tongue, down her sweet, warm breast. Removing her shirt, with precission and care, carefully cupping her breast, where the nipple has perked so erect. Scraping my tongue across her swollen sweet tip, as my lips close in, causing her to cry out, as I suckle it, leaving her body to twist. Stroking my tongue lower, I reach her beautiful soft hips, as my fingers softly dance, unsnapping her clip.

Pulling down her pants, I carefully remove each leg with care, as I rain tiny kisses, across her thighs, leaving her to buck in fevered flare. Laying myself across her beautiful mound, I caress the pad of my finger through her panties, stroking her bud. Leaving her head, to softly sway side to side, knowing that my touch, has burned her soul, craving it to come take flight.

Removing the barrier that covers her sheath, I scrap my teeth across her thigh, as she softly, quietly screams. Spreading her folds, in the shape of a vee, I lower my mouth, drinking her nectar with greed. Watching as she writhes, all sense of reality disappeared, leaving behind each stroke, each suckle, that has her raising her hips and rear.

Knowing her body, is ready for my shaft, to bury her within, I move up upon her, spreading her legs, whispering to wrap them around me, in fevered, lovers sin. Sinking within her, I feel her walls softly stretch. Allowing me entrance, to bury my shaft deep within. Feeling her fingers dance along my already heated flesh, I know that our passion, is cleary matched in heavens, sweet bliss.

Lost in our moment, I feel our bodies begin to soar, as our spirits leave us, to make shadows on the walls and the floors. Twisting and turning, I gently bring up her leg, allowing my thicken shaft to feel her orgasm begin with quivered shakes. So lost in the shudders, I feel my body quiver in response. God how erotic, as our fevered passions come undone.

Hearing her whisper..."Mm... I'm ready to let go. Please, release with me, don't make me feel our lovers dance alone." Knowing her words have fed me the finally stroke, I needed for release. We both push erotically, as I give her womb, my seed. Hoping within, the deep recess of my mind. I've left our first child, nestled, safely inside.

Feeling our hearts beat, as our passion is complete. Smelling our aura, that has spread through our dream. Holding her tighter, as I know she will eventually disappear. Leaving me once again, with my pain, and my fears. Closing my eyes, I hear the soft call of my name, and as I look at her, I know this is where her heart, will always remain.

Watching the dream fade, I hear her whisper around the room... "It's never good bye ,my love, please remember, my dream is always buried, within you.

Silence now filled the room, as he heard his name...

"Mac... Mac... wake up."

"Hm... what is it, Stella?" he whispered with sleepiness.

"You've fallen asleep at your desk again, Mac. This needs to stop. Go home and get some sleep."

Rubbing his hand across his face, he looks at her with tired eyes. "I guess you're right. I'll see you tomorrow.

Locking his office, he often wonders what Stella would do, if she knew she was the one invading his sleep.

End.