...the light touch of a feather on my lips

My eyes open and I see a long white feather just below my nose. I turn my head and look over to see a man sitting beside me, one arm resting on the ground and the other drapped over his knee, holding the feather above my face. He smiles, and his eyes, as deep and as blue as spring skies, sparkle with a radience I have never seen before. His hair, the color of the sun, sways slowly in time with the light breeze. The sunlight shines off his white shirt and pants, making them seem to glow with their own inner light.

I sit up and he lays the feather at my feet and sits back on his knees. He looks at me as though waiting for something. I reach out and touch his smooth cheek with my hand. He puts his hand over mine, and moves my hand to his mouth were he gently kisses it with soft full lips. The kiss sends a wave of warmth through me, and my lips part in a soundless gasp.

I pray that nobody will wake me from this dream too soon. Then I wonder if this is really a dream. The warmth of his touch and the shine in eyes seems more real than anything else I have ever experienced.

He realeases my hand and leans forward. He places both hands on my face and kisses me, lightly at first, then slowly into a deep and passionate embrace. He leans me back, one hand running through my hair while the other holds me above the ground with an ease that suggests incredible strength. I blindly work the buttons of his shirt open and run my fingers across his smooth and broad chest, never breaking the kiss.

He moves his hand away from my hair to cast his open shirt away. He breaks the kiss and gently lowers me to the ground. I open my eyes to gaze and his magnificant form. The shadows of his muscles stand out in contrast to his pale white skin. I raise my arms over my head and he pulls the T-shirt I was wearing off and throws it aside. He raises me slighty with one arm while the other unfassens my bra. Again he lowers me and moves my bra aside and kisses my breasts.

His lips and tounge move wash over me, firmly but with a gentle ease to them. He takes care never to touch my nipples, always teasing, always coming agonizingly close, but never making contact. I reach behind him and kneed my fingers into his firm muscular backside. His hands rub up and down my sides.

Finally he lets his tounge touch one of my erect nipples. Just a quick touch, but it seems like a wave of electricity runs through my whole body. I throw my head back and whisper a little 'yes' as he runs his lips and tounge in circles around my nipples.

Starting at his neck I run my hands down his hard body and. . .