Lucid Dreams

     As I place the blind fold around her eyes and tie it in a knot, she is sent back to a familiar place: a place in lucid dreams. How she has longed for this moment. I hover above her and firmly clench her soft vulnerable throat, feeling the tracheal cartilage contract between my fingers. She braces herself, for she has thoughts of what she will soon experience. She releases all tension, exhales slowly a long deep breathe as quite as possible until her lungs will give no more. And she enters the desired state of mind; the pleasure she experiences subsequently is almost sweeter than the first time we kissed. While her ethereal self begins to drift blissfully in the land of dreams, she is well aware of the libidinous happenings being endured by her physical self, but she does not mind, no, she relishes the emotions, the feelings that transpire she wishes would last forever. She offers full submission; there is no movement whatsoever, for the state shes in is a beautiful sense of nirvana. To her, this is an elation of the spirit at its finest and we will surely meet again in lucid dreams.