The Dreaming comes into sharp focus with a kiss: soft,warm, with the faintest hint of citrus.Two lovers, bodies entwined, whispering promises of things to come, things that might yet be. They Struggle against each other, both trying in vain to overcome the distance between them, the struggle against time, knowing they have so little of it; life is filled with so many struggles, and this is the sweetest one.
The second kiss builds upon the first, slowly lifting their hopes, the background of the dreaming fades; only the lovers are in focus. Sun-kissed skin soon meets skin untouched by Sol's loving rays.The sweat of the two lovers intermingled creates ambrosia; never has anything tasted so sweet; never have they crossed this Rubicon .
Countless kisses soon follow; they increase in frequency, each growing in intensity. Soft moans echo across the Dreaming for what seems an eternity... She gasps.... the very foundation of the Dreaming shakes, almost falling into the waking world. His embrace steadies her, pulling her close, and their eyes meet: his the blue green of the ocean, and hers a golden brown. With this meeting they know... they know that together they could be more ......they know that this may be a dream ..... and dreams are not real.
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