Swaying, softly, she holds him to her, gently repeating his name over and over in her mind
The cadence of his moniker matches the meter of the Conga drum's seductive sultry call
Free she feels, light... as if her feet are no longer beneath her
She allows him to take control of the long deep dance they have begun
Leaning into his frame, feeling his chest rise and fall
She melts into him.....
gladly
Stirring from her restless slumber, the reality comes to her in slow truths
Slow and bittersweet reality floating into her conscious mind
"I was dreaming......"
She misses him, yet is comforted by the truth that she would rather miss him madly than never know the rise and fall of his chest and the heart contained within
Smiling, she falls deeply into another magic dream......where will they be led this time?
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