The Night Dream

This is a very short story, an excerpt most likely from a book that I haven't taken the time to write.

Suddenly, there I was again, right next to your deliciousness. Your woolen capes swirling about your mukluks, your raven hair straight cut across your shoulder blades, and that earthy smell emanating, penetrating my senses, making me so desire to melt into your arms. I wish I could say exactly what it is that makes me want you. I sit here in this warm little shop, watching you interact with your friends, listening to that musical laugh as you throw your head back. I want nothing more than for everyone else to disappear, for you to look into my eyes after you laugh so deliciously. We would be sitting in front of this fireplace, almost touching, flirting, those dark eyes teasing me. I want to see your tattoos, I want to wrap us both in your cape, and feel the abundance of those beautiful curves with my hands, in my face. I want to make you sigh. I want to taste the earthy deliciousness between your thighs. These songs brought all of this back to me. It's amazing how sounds and smells can bring back such vivid memories, even the dreams associated with those memories. I never did get to have you. I sat in your kitchen, admiring you, admiring your handiwork all around me. The organic food, the smell of guilt-free coffee. We talked of our children, our lives. You had no idea how much I longed for you. How often I touched myself dreaming of your naked body laid out beside me on your bed, a candle burning on the table at the end of it, illuminating your soft, ivory curves. I stared at you when you weren't looking. I breathed deeply your essential oils. You are the true Raven. And that's what I will name you from here on out. Raven. Such dark haired beauty will always exist only in my dreams. Like a guilty pleasure I will indulge in remembering. It's good that I never had you. Your beauty, our experience together, was never tainted with every day reality, and the mystery only makes it all that more delicious.

Author's Note

I write for my own pleasure. Feel free to give your input.