|©2001 By Philip J. Eggerding|
In the calm that was the night, shapes her sleeping mind unfurled.
Shifting shadows, drifting light, in the palm of slumber, curled.
Was there truth within this dream? Why must it a shadow seem?
Lustrous creature taking flight, into wondrous places hurled.
Ghostly beings gently swirled, in the drifting, dreamer's world.
Faultless beauty, bright as day. Strength combined with supple grace.
Rippling fur upon her lay. Softness was her silken face.
On her head flared silver white, a shining mane of fiery light.
Wrought to steal the breath away. A perfect form in silver, traced.
Brightly shining, light encased. She, a creature, splendor laced.
Gently down from lissome hips, flowed her tail, a white cascade.
Firmly round, with blushing tips, rose her breasts in velvet suede.
Visions sparkled in her eyes, the stunning blue of autumn skies.
Gentle humor graced her lips, breathing sighs so softly made.
Radiance round her body played. She was loveliness portrayed.
With her was a robust male, a cut and polished human, bold.
'Cross his form like glossy veil, flowed a skin of burnished gold.
Silver banding, set on black, coursed his hair on head and back.
Sinewed muscles, strong and hale, moved, her body to enfold.
And she yielded to his hold. There, to light love's ember, cold.
Emerald green, his tender gaze, fell upon her once again.
Soon, she'd feel his ardor raised, and she'd know his loving then.
To his form she'd tightly cling, then, together they would bring
Passion's ember to a blaze, rousing all the fires within.
Cross the heavens they would spin. Let the lover's storm begin.
Slowly then, with stroking light, kindled she the amorous fire.
Soon, the flames were burning bright, firm caresses to inspire.
Quick to touch, they both now were, paw to skin and hand to fur.
Each new stroke inflamed delight, sending passions ever higher.
Feeding love's consuming pyre with the fuel of bold desire.
Finally, into roaring space, passion's mounting wind she rode.
Toward the fury she did race, to the nimbus god's abode.
Of love's lightning, she partook. With its thundering she shook!
Ecstasy flashed on her face, and her loving overflowed.
Showering sky with rapture's load. Lovers, in fulfillment, glowed.
After reaching wondrous heights and releasing passions warm,
Misted creature, eyes still bright, held her lover's clouded form.
Since he was unlike her kind, it had been a joy to find
That joining to him on this night had brought forth the lover's storm.
Innocence, from her, was torn. She, in love, had been reborn.
Could these creatures of the mind, 'cross these skies again be blown?
Past this dream, she might not find such a love with lightning sown.
Would she could forever be, lost to waking memory.
Leaving worldly cares behind, never more to walk alone.
Feeling love, she'd never known. Ever dreaming paths she'd flown.
But the real world's call is great, and soft cries from her are torn.
Misted forms evaporate, fading shapes with eyes forlorn.
Dreams like this cannot go on. Toward the waking world she's drawn.
Must this always be her fate? Always from new friendships torn?
Or could lovers, real-world born, meet again beyond the morn?
If only they would meet again.
© 2001 by Philip J.