Lustful Dreaming

Slowing drifting...
Into the deep darkness...
Dreaming..
Of things out of your reach.
Things we desire,
Hunger for,
Crave.
Things we wish for in the greatest of passion.
Things we want but cannot have.
And it cuts deep.
Deep into our veins,
Into our hearts,
Tearing us for we cannot reach it.
Why cannot we be given
Just a second with our love, obsession?
A second with that thing we dream of so sensually?
Why cannot we just snatch it away?
From that cloud it hangs from?
It teases us dangling from its silvery sting...
But we cannot reach.
Just higher... But no.
For it is only that we seek,
That thing hiding, plaguing us in our minds.
Playing with us.
Toying with us until all other thought is dead,
And nothing is left but the lust.
The lust for that dream...
Our love...
Our obsession.
Why cannot we just snatch it away?
Why does it hang so high above us,
That we cannot just grab hold tight,
Never to release, never to let go?
Forever it would be ours!
Forever more, eternity...
With our love, obsession.
And finally, suddenly...
How can this be?
The silver thread which holds it out of our grasp,
Gives way!
It is now just as close as we ever could have hoped!
It is ours.
The precious desire that we will never let go of.
You have searched,
You have found it.
We have found it!
And forever more it is ours.

And then we wake.
And the dream recoils to hide again.
And we no longer hold that thing close to our chests,
Praying nothing can take it away.
Nothing.
And it is lost.
And the lust grows.
And you hunger once more...
Drifting back into...
Lustful Dreaming.