Rusted Love and Oil

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Forgive me for my rust.

Forgive me for my aged trust.

Forgive me for my heart revolves around us.

Take me, for I am yours tonight.

Hot skin on skin, burning ecstasy building up from my core, building through, through, through… up from my sacred root, to my spine, creating and uncontrollable shiver… bursting through my crown. Release…

I feel you within me as I am within you. My aged trust, melted by the friction of endless love, lubricated from head to toe, even exchange of frequencies. Fluid as sweet as honey, endless like an eternal sea, melting the sting of ice and hate, created by winds of broken lust. Release…

Hardness into the endless silk, silk onto the soothing, soft density of a mass built by the song created from true love. Clenching of muscles, hot, and tingling, the thrill of enticement, let me into your secret chamber. The equal physical exchange of love spreading from our heads to our feet. Feverish desires met by movement, a secret tango, a gentle waltz, a spicy salsa, leading to a hot and frisky fox trot. Release…

Zest, like you have never seen before. Gentle, fast, slow, controlled… Supple sweetness, something I have never tasted before. We have become one. Addiction. I can’t get enough of you, I just want more. Don’t stop, never stop, never. Release…

Rust washed away into a brand new, shining, glistening sense of self.

Broken and aged, melded and formed into a new statue, a monument of trust.

A heart once coated with ice, melted away… I absorb the love from your sweet embrace. 

Take me, I’m yours tonight.

Take me, I’m yours forever.

I will always love you.

 

 

Dream Journal: Bridge Crossing Companion

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If I have a dream of someone who I feel close to giving me a helping hand, then what does it mean? Does it mean that we’re meant to be, that our paths have intertwined for a reason? Does it mean that maybe we serve a purpose in each other’s lives? Most importantly, what if we already know this person in real life?

In this dream, I was faced with the same obstacle over and over again. I felt fearful every single time I had to cross a bridge. It didn’t matter what the bridge was made of, where I was going, or what was waiting for me on the other side, I just knew I was afraid to cross every single one of them. Every bridge was made of wooden planks, twine, and rope. Some of the bridges were short while others spanned for a long distance. The bridges lead from different places such as a county flea market which featured tents and small buildings, a dojo on top of a hill which had a moat surrounding it, a simple gas station and automotive store nearby work, and places that had such weird odds and ends. A heavy fog would sit underneath every single bridge I had to cross. I had no idea how far down the fog went, I just knew that I needed to stay away. The thing that stood out to me the most was that there were voices that either encouraged me, discouraged me, or put me down while I was going from one side of the bridge(s) to the other. Sometimes I could see the individuals clearly while with others I could barely see them at all. I remember as I crossed these bridges, planks, people, and even random objects would fall off the bridge(s) I crossed.

One of the last few bridges I crossed led to an area that had the gas station, the automotive store, and a few small concrete buildings around it. One of my coworkers, we’ll call him Marco, who I’ve felt deep feelings for, saw how frightened I was. I cried softly and cowered in fear, explaining to Marco about being afraid to go alone on these bridges. Every bridge I went on felt like an eternity…. now that eternity turned into something else, something better. Marco was very kind to me. He put his arms around me, and came with me as I crossed the bridge. I felt bad at first because he had to drop some of his friends behind just to help me. But, in the end he felt content to do so for he managed to find some things along the way. It was a journey for both of us, a magical journey filled with bright colorful energy and life. Soon I was able to feel more comfortable on these bridges; it took forever for me to get over the fear I was feeling, but I got through it.

I tried to insist on taking on these bridges on my own, but Marco discouraged me from doing it. I thought maybe I was having a vision within a dream or maybe this was already happening, but the dream started to feel kind of distorted. I got onto a bridge and Marco was trying to tell me to get off of it. I started to hear all kinds of voices and saw people run back and forth around the different edges of the bridge. I was starting to feel unsteady when Marco said he would come back for help. I started to fall, but then a light force pulled me back up. It felt like Marco’s energy, but it also felt very benevolent. Maybe it was Marco with a helping hand, or something else. I’m not sure. What I am sure of is that I woke up feeling bewildered… perhaps there is a much deeper meaning to this dream that I thought.

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