I’m in love…with a man i dreamt of.

Yesterday night I had a dream.

I was with this man.

Black, strong, muscular and very handsome. Actually very handsome is an understatement.

This man I saw was extremelyhandsome.

We were at a party.

I would go and dance over and over again. Every time going back to where he was seated.

He would be waiting for me…arms outstretched and I would fall in them in a heap, panting hard from all the dancing.

Shhhhh and even in my sleep, that feeling was so nice. I have never felt this good in real life.

Here was someone who loved me.

I could feel the love in his embrace, in his body and even on the hairs of his body.

Up, he would lift me in the air, carry me tenderly and put me down again.  This was bliss.

I would go back to dance and every time I turned to look at him his eyes were on me…on my body….savoring me….

I would smile broadly while he would smile slightly, his eyes dancing gaily….relaying so much….and I knew without a doubt that this man loved me…

When I went to sit down he was there waiting, ignoring of all the passes from the other girls, from the waitresses no matter how beautiful or bootylicious they were.

We were in our own little world where the music was the sun and the dance floor became the sea…

I was so happy that I wanted to drink and drink……..and drink

But he took the glass away from me tenderly and kissed my forehead ever so softly…

You have had enough for today love…he whispered in my ear and my heart flipped…

Oh honey where have you been hiding all these years….I wanted to ask him. I wanted him to explain to me where he’d been, while I suffered in the hands of men who acted like they loved you but in reality didn’t. While I suffered in the hands of men who hadn’t gotten over their exes. While I suffered in the hands of opportunistic men. Cause I was young and stupid…

Yes I was young and stupid…

So honey, where the fuck have you been?

Instead I said nothing…

I closed my eyes and opened my mouth lightly, waiting for that kiss that I knew would come, hard passionate and so very demanding.

Of the kiss that would melt my heart, make my knees turn to jelly and make my most sensitive part throb…

At that very moment, I woke up from my sleep….my heart beating wildly…my part throbbing wildly…and the wetness, how could I possibly be this wet?

I wanted to cry, because I knew such a man would never be found on this earth. He wasn’t there at all…and I would continue meeting the men of this world who had no conscious at all.