Winter Season

Dream to reality

Oscar hadn’t had this dream in a long time, he was outside in the snow. His senses were flooded with joy. He stretched his arms out allowing the snow to hit every inch of him that it dared. The urge to strip off all his clothing over took him and there he was lying naked in the snow.

A voice called to him. It was a sweet sound filling his ears; whispering his name. Or did it? He rose up out of the snow, looking all around. There was no fear in him that someone would find him lying there. It was curiosity that compelled him to try to find the voice. After he realized he was hearing things, he closed his eyes and laid back into the snow. A warm touch froze his heart. As he looked around, he saw a knee on either side of him. The experience was intoxicating. He had never been drunk but could only imagine this was what it felt like. His vision was blurry and his head was spinning.

Warmth crawled up his back like he’d never known. He relaxed allowing the flood to overtake him. That touch. Where was it coming from? Did he really even care? He lay back as deep as he could. Enough to know he wasn’t on the ground. His ears pounded to the beating of his heart. Louder and louder. He couldn’t breathe properly. Each gasping breath was filled with the sweet taste of honeysuckle.

That touch. Those hands. The pounding in his ears became louder and louder still.

He opened his eyes to the silence of falling snow. There on either side of him were those knees. The warmth crawled up his neck. What was this? He moaned as he laid his head backwards. Every fiber of his body was on fire. Each snow flake melted before it reached him.

The pounding resumed in his ears. However, this time it was different, stronger, and more desperate than before.

Warm hands glided up his chest. Was this real? He thought his vision was blurry. The effort to focus on the landscape around his house wasn’t worth it. He just wanted to feel this.

It wasn’t an earthquake? Movement occurred under him. Fingers traced the inside of his thighs before enveloping him with gentle force. This had never happened in his dream.

“Ess,” he panted.

She took his ear lob into her hot mouth, teasing his ear with her tongue before whispering, “Merry Christmas.”

The End

Winter Season – Poetry & More