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| This is actually a dream I had the other night.
About meeting Antonio, God I'd love to meet him someday. Anyway, enjoy. I'm in a line somewhere. Tall buildings around me. It looks like NY or something like that. We move slowly and I try to see what it is we're doing there. The cast of Zorro is behind desks, signing autographs. I feel my stomach becoming one big knot. We walk so slowly and suddenly I'm right in front of the table. He looks and me and winks. Then he take a photograph and signs it. He gets up and hands it to me. Then he wraps his arms around me and pull me in for a hug. I could smell him, I could feel his soft curls, his cheek against mine and his breath in my ear. I swear I was eyeballing my eyes out when I woke up. I cried in my sleep, which is not the first time. God I'd love to meet him. Written by Pulse |
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| A window, a window ajar, a cool breeze engulfing me.
I arise from my bed, wearing only a flimsy nightdress. What I saw was not real, but surreal instead. I saw a lake, Upon the lake there was a boat. But beyond the lake lay more windows. I drifted past the boy in that boat and was greeted by a man. Could it be Antonio? It looked like him! "Are you he" I asked. "Darling It is I".he replied. Taking me in his arms he led me through the windows. With each window we stepped through I became scared. "Do not be afraid" said Antonio each window is a part of me. Holding up his arm he pointed. Saying "This is my Spain, through here we can dance, we can sing" Another wave of his hand and he showed me Hollywood. "This is my dream, here I can be anyone I wish to be and get paid for it.!". Again to a different window. Here is my family to me they mean more than life. Over here through this window is wickedness. The other side of this window is where I can breakout. Come with me ? he beckoned. Together we were transported onto an island. The sun beat down on my flesh and I began to perspire. Antonio gently peeled of my nightdress and I was naked before him. He lay me down on the golden sand, and smiled as he removed all his garments. Oh his body was taught and lean. His tan looked so rich and dark against my celtic paleness. With each movement his toned body gleamed and rippled. With his left arm he reached down and cupped the back of my neck and hungrily kissed me, His right arm and hand explored my every part. I yearned, NO, I ached for him to make love to me. Whispering with that latino accent "I want you and must have you.!" I just melted deeper into the sand. Baby, baby lets do it. Lets do it now, Do it hard. I want to fuck you like nobody ever has before. I smelt the fragrance of the sea, combined with the sandalwood and jasmine aftershave he was wearing. I looked into his eyes as we rocked wildly like two hungry tigers. After he was spent he lay me down softly on the warm sand. He was breathing fast, I think I heard his heartbeat. I closed my eyes and used my sences to savour the smells and the sounds. I reached across to take his hand. But nothing He was gone. Afraid to open my eyes I lay there till I fell into a deep long sleep. When I woke I was back in my bed. I looked across at the picture framed on my bedside table. I smiled at his face as he smiled back I swear I saw him wink! I had a lazy chuckle as I opened the bottle of his aftershave I bought on holiday in Spain. I breathed in deep. AHHHHHHHHH thats my Antonio. The wicked side. The frivolous side that came to me in my dream. |
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