dreamy sleep

falling

I start feeling my eyes getting heavier at every blink until I inevitably doze off.

I'm alone at an unknown place with him.

I look at the setting and can't quite tell where I am, although it looks deserted it has a certain atmosphere to it, like a ghost town but not in a freaky way, poetic almost, movie like.

It's nighttime, the sky looks almost black and there's yellow lights surrounding us making his golden eyes look more like a deep brownish color and his bronze skin to look even darker. He has oddly straight teeth for someone who has never worn braces and they stand out in the unilluminated background.

I am sitting in a chunck of wood, but it felt comfortable, however my feet couldn't reach the ground so they were lingering, in a childish way, touching his tights every now and then, due to him being so close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck, it felt minty and unlike the usual situation, I am slightly taller than him on the prop.

He is wearing a grey sweatshirt with no hood, standing between my legs with his padded hands resting on my knees. We are making small talk about something I can't seem to remember, to cover the noticeable tension between us, I transparently stare at his neck before putting both of my hands on it in a slowed, teasing motion, I start stroking my index finger up and down the back of is neck, feeling his soft skin until I feel a shiver running down his spine.

He gazes at me, intensely, and in this solitary moment I felt as if my soul was being explored from the inside out like I could drown in the gold ocean of his eyes, we went silent for a split second, not a deafening silent but an intimate one, I could only hear my beating heart along with his, I couldn't help but to smile a little, feeling an euphoria from a moment as undeclared as this one, too which he replies with a somewhat strange, pleasant sound, I stare at his face studying his features, looking up at his forehead, to down at his chiseled cheekbones wanting to eagerly take in all his trademarks until my eyes land on his lips and I gaze at them analyzing every single detail before I lean him to kiss them, feeling allured to the wedge of his face. He teasingly pulls back and nods , refusing, making me confused and then frustrated , but I don't show it instead I go along with it.

I ask for help to come down knowing he would have to touch me, he presses his fingers to my body gliding them from my relaxed tights all the way up to my hips and sliding his hands beneath my loose shirt , as I'm coming down his hands naturally tense up on my ribs for upport, and for a moment our faces become very close, our eyesight at the same level, until my body betrays my mind and my eyes gravitate to his lips.

In the shadow of the dark night his face almost takes up a different shape, he leans in for a gentle kiss, I pull back, refusing him, this being my plan all along, for him to feel as much frustration as I did, even so he demandingly grabs the back of my head, his fingers interwiding with my hair, and before I could even catch a glimpse of his face, I feel the warmth of his lips colliding with mine. I dip my head a bit to feel him closer and we roll our mouths in unison.

He kisses me provocatively yet in a passionate and loving way, and for the first time I scratch the surface of his now bare façade, seeing him whole, making me feel privileged that I got to take a peak of this vulnerable side of him. Gliding his hands from the back of my head to my right cheek he ends the kiss softly.

I breath in heavily taking in his smell, taste, the feeling of our unspoken closeness and look down not wanting him to know how unable I was to contain my ripped smile, waves of love and passion go through my brain making my heart pound like it never did before.

He puts his fingertip on the bottom of my chin and raises my head so I can look him the eyes, I observe his expression carefully until he speaks the forbidden words I was so dying to hear. "You're mine".