Last night I dreamt of you. A dream of bliss. Never knew subconscious could serve pleasure. All I ever got from it were nightmares. But, last night it paid back infinitely more than the cumulative trauma it ever caused me. My faith in the fairness of subconscious is restored. My amazement on the perfection of design of the pleasure it dished is no less than the bliss it left me in. The trigger, the buildup, the peak, and the blissful void it left afterwards, can only be handy work of God himself. I am sure of that; because I saw God in my dream. I saw you my dear in your full glory.
Dreams are, when your subconscious is trying to protect you from cruelty of conscious. I disagree. Because, It doesn't reckon the fact that passion is the other name of self inflicted cruelty. In the world of passion, spark can't be blamed for igniting; it is living its nature, so is what catches fire and burns. Here, life is a drudgery and death by burning is a reward. Between the two, only thing that matters is how long and how intense is the burning. Last night, ignited by your spark, my desires burnt like nothing I have ever seen on fire before. Though, I continue to breathe, all residual desires taste like ash in my mouth.
Now, I fear the chance of actual union with you. Because, if we ever come close in reality, my desires may actually come out as ashes and would not respond to your spark, as reality can never match the psychedelic colours of fantasy. And passion doesn't know the difference, it chases only the brightest colour. Last night, may have killed our reality forever and may have made its dream permanent.
I was never such a delight to myself! As it was over the span of last moon. The delirious sensations that I am filled with these days I am yet to befriend. But I love them already. I love my smell, l love my glow, I love the air beneath my feet. I love the awareness of being a woman. You are the root of these sensations? Because, I am full of you these days. Nothing else but you.
Last night, when my conscious, pressed by tired body, tried to put you aside for a sleep, subconscious ( who does not have the luxury of sleep) could not live without you and decided to bribe my body with pleasure to have me filled with you even in sleep. Body gave up to the delight of a dream. Your dream.
-Pulastya
Dreams are, when your subconscious is trying to protect you from cruelty of conscious. I disagree. Because, It doesn't reckon the fact that passion is the other name of self inflicted cruelty. In the world of passion, spark can't be blamed for igniting; it is living its nature, so is what catches fire and burns. Here, life is a drudgery and death by burning is a reward. Between the two, only thing that matters is how long and how intense is the burning. Last night, ignited by your spark, my desires burnt like nothing I have ever seen on fire before. Though, I continue to breathe, all residual desires taste like ash in my mouth.
Now, I fear the chance of actual union with you. Because, if we ever come close in reality, my desires may actually come out as ashes and would not respond to your spark, as reality can never match the psychedelic colours of fantasy. And passion doesn't know the difference, it chases only the brightest colour. Last night, may have killed our reality forever and may have made its dream permanent.
I was never such a delight to myself! As it was over the span of last moon. The delirious sensations that I am filled with these days I am yet to befriend. But I love them already. I love my smell, l love my glow, I love the air beneath my feet. I love the awareness of being a woman. You are the root of these sensations? Because, I am full of you these days. Nothing else but you.
Last night, when my conscious, pressed by tired body, tried to put you aside for a sleep, subconscious ( who does not have the luxury of sleep) could not live without you and decided to bribe my body with pleasure to have me filled with you even in sleep. Body gave up to the delight of a dream. Your dream.
-Pulastya
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