Deceitful Dream
He walks into the room. You can feel his being glow as it is shines with undoubting confidence. His sleek form is enveloped in black yet the spot light of the room was him. He gracefully slips the leather jacket down his arms and it falls in the arms of the doorman as the whole room watches. There he was, and I couldn’t help staring. Who couldn’t? I mean…with those dark chocolate eyes that held the power to capture you body and soul and those hands, so strong, that you wished they would brush your fingers even just for a touch, no one could resist the urge to look his way. Especially the girls; all of them had their eyes on him. And he knew it.
He walked through the crowd, challenging many a man’s territory as he held and captured each girl that he passed. All of the entranced beauties of the night turned as his fingers traced along a hand, a thigh, their cheek, their lips. The men pull aside their claimed ones and cast glares in his direction. Then he laughs. Oh, he laughs. It was of a voice that drifted with a smoothness that seemed in a dream. With that he enchants all further. I feel myself sway dizzy from that laugh. I feel myself almost fall into his spell as many of the girls already were. They stand around just looking and some lick their lips, hoping that he will pick them. All other guys are invisible to them. I don’t want to be enraptured like that.
So I close my eyes and let my body sway and move as the tune that plays fills me throughout. The beat takes my soul and I feel the music in my consciousness, my head, my whole being. My whole body moves roaming and moving as I dance in the middle of the floor. Then I feel hands on my hips from behind. I turn, startled and see deep tunnels of darkness so close. Strong hands perch on my hips, the hands, that moments before, I would have given anything for their touch, even the slightest one. I feel my spirit that had intertwined with the music before this, come back to me. It fills my core and my heart starts to race with the feel of his soft hands and fingers tracing my waist and the skin of my stomach that’s revealed. Out of all the girls here, why had he chosen me? There were so many that were much more beautiful and he chose me. I hesitantly place my hands on his arms and he gently pulls me closer. I move to him and he buries his face in my hair, nearby my ear. He whispers, “Cierre sus ojos. Escucha a la música.” His finger tips lightly closed my eyes and we begin to move together. I felt myself fall again, yet this time it included this man of charm and enchantment. We continued to dance, until, unfortunately, the song comes to an end. I open my eyes and see him still there. I feel his hands and fingers lightly brush up and down my spine. He isn’t a dream. He leans closer and a hand travels up my back, to behind my neck pulling me closer. And with that our lips met in a soft gentle kiss.
I hear a beeping and the kiss stops. The whole scene ends. I wake up in my bed, my sheets thrown to the floor. I hit the alarm clock and curse. He was a dream. It all was a dream and it will never be real. With one thought I get up and ready for the day; sometimes dreams are cruel.
