His Forever

Dream? Or a nightmare?

Broad shoulders. Arms cover in muscles. Every movement makes each muscle bulge and the curves become even deeper. The veins of his hand are visible over his soft creamy hands as they reach forward. What is he reaching for? What is it that's so lucky in this world to feel the gentle cress of those gracious hands? It takes me a moment to realize that they were in fact reaching for me. His gentle fingers slowly edged forward and brushed the top of my hand. His thumb caressed the inside of my plum and a shiver ran down my back. My heart became a marathon and my throat was a dessert. My mind seeked for a glass of water for my dry throat but my eyes stayed glued to the large manly hand that so slowly began making its way up. His fingers begin to wrap their way around my wrist and tighten their way around my bony structures. He gripped my wrist firmly but there was a gentleness to this touch. And for some reason I didn't fear him and I did not fear his touch, so when he pulled me in it almost shocked me but I was not scared. More of its features came in to my view. My hungry eyes made their way from broad wide shoulders to his sharp collarbones and his Long muscular neck with veins that looked as though they would pop any second. I was afraid to look any further for I feared that if I looked into his eyes that would be the end of it. I knew I would get lost and I would never find my way back. But Curiosity got the better of me and I let my eyes travel up to his stubbled chin to his sharp jaw lines to his high cheek bones and crooked long nose then finally to the pool of deep dark blue of his eyeballs. His long brown lashes curled up and almost reached his eyebrows. I was mesmerized. It was as if I was being sucked into the deep blue ocean. His features resembled that of a Greek god. The sharpness of his jawlines, the hardness of his cheek bones, the softness of his thick dark lashes.... Everything about him screamed manly and beautiful. His posture emitted power, his stance showed dignity and control. He seemed almost invincible, as though nothing could get through him. However the more he stared at me the softer his eyes became. It was as if he was struggling to not let his steel hard stance fall off. He grit his teeth trying not to show weakness; Pulled up his brick like chest and stood more upright, once again emitting power, authority and dominance once again. I was so absorbed into examining his striking features that I gasped in surprise when he tugged my wrist forward and slammed me against his hard chest. His strong arms wrapped around my waist and big hands gripped my curves. I was so close to him...... Our faces were so close to each other, our breaths entangled together and became in sync. My heart became a djembe beating rhythms of a rumba. His soft plump lips began making their way closer and closer to mine... Despite how badly I wanted to kiss him, I grew afraid. I became afraid that he is a man just like my father.... He was not to be trusted.... But as his lips stopped one millimeter away from mine, my urge to kiss him became indescribable.
But the kids never happened.... The loud chimes of my alarm woke me from my fantasies and slapped me back into reality. I wasn't upset. I felt stupid for thinking that I could even let my guard down infront of a man.. Even if it was just a dream....