Can you dream about dreaming?
And if you can, does that make it real?
It starts out as a dark red vapor... Misty, hypnotic
It ends as the woman I desire
The one who moved me with her dance and made her navel the center of my universe
I can't move... Paralized by her eyes, pinning me to the bed, bound by the sheets
In the time it takes to blink, she's close to me Levitating above me, filling me with her presence, her smell and rythmic motion
Sweet breath and hushed words echo
Something about heated nights...
Tender embraces... And a gift to last all my days
Then... Anxoius blackness swallows me
Wrapping me in moving dark red vapor
I open my eyes
Gone
The woman I desire and the dark red vapor
Nothing... Just a dream
Brought on by the woman I saw bellydancing
Her body displayed for my viewing pleasure
