Ridiculous

The darkness pulsates, flickering from empty nothingness to brightly colored patterns in kaleidoscopic form. Cool breeze from the open window, whispering softly across the exposed toes and knees and hands and chest. Each wisp of air tickling the hair on the chest, barely moving yet seemingly waving like the tallest oaks in the mountains during a thunderstorm. The blue sheet lays across, weightless on the body while simultaneously anchoring the helium balloon of a human below it.

She tarried to and fro, the last minute routine of drifty dreamland preparedness.  Tidying and primping, cleaning and rinsing, door locked, dishes away, candles extinguished, cat fed, teeth brushed, time checked, sheets pulled back, slipping into.....

Just to touch, to feel, to associate the internal feeling with external stimulation. Just to touch. The pleasurable static tickling from the inside out at every joint. Knees alight with electric light. Toes gone ballistic. Fingers trembling with magnetic excitement. Lying completely still and yet full of vivacious movement. Vibrations of the most sensual kind from follicle on head to pad of foot. 

Bedtime traditions at a terminus, binding no longer she heads to the bunk. The darkness moves from her way, a wake of shimmer and onyx waves flow back from her shoulders. Night envelopes her body but light shines out from within her coil. Rippling curly hair falls down as a shadow across slim shoulders, skin peppered with soft freckles contrasting the alabaster vellum. Glowing a calming red, the hollows of her collarbone catch the light from the street outside and bouncing it around cooling the rays from white hot to warm embers. Radiating from her torso brilliant silver shimmering shining strands of light. Dancing in unison like an anemone in a tidal pool catching the sea moving in and out. Rays reaching out from her arms and tickling outstretched finger tips. 

Smile. Smiling. A grin beaming warm tingling laughter, it touches the nose and sends shivers to the toes. She falls deftly onto the mattress, in repose along side with hands interlocked. Her breathing resonates through the cushion, ribs reverberating rhythmically and transferring taut respiration repeatedly. 

Limbs shiver, thighs shake gently as the breeze from the window flicks gently at the follicles. Static travelling out from the bones to the skin. Fingers gently caress the svelte radius of her right arm. Silky smooth skin and the fingertips barely graze as concentric circles are traced. Tension rising inside, a burbling babbling bubbling brook of temptation and sensation. Tingling and ringing, pulsing and fluctuating all on a microscopic macro cosmic level. Universes spin inside, planets align, lava rising and pumping potent pleasure towards the surface, an eruption of sensation and entertainment. 

Intense. Intensity. Lying completely still as a stone save for one hand circumnavigating her delicate forearm. Overwhelm. Overwhelming. 

The digits daftly dawdle downward toward the wrist, palm sliding down to impact arm and fingers wrapping around to grip solidly. Calming nerves melt into warm simmering pools beneath the skin. Feeling a rainbow coursing through the veins. Ruby and tangerine run tiny loops. Saffron and emerald marching in tiny cadence up and down the legs. Azure and indigo firebolts electrify the nerves and send muscles twitching. Violet travels to center of the chassis, igniting a fuse.

Touch. Touching. 

Share. Sharing.

Pink Moon

The truck trundled up the hill along the road that was mostly just a rough tractor trail. He was tired after having spent three days enjoying the company of thousands of like minded adventure seekers. Were it not for a shimmering smile and sassy personality waiting for him somewhere in the festival fields, he would have been thirty minutes from a hot shower and a comfortable air mattress and a washing machine. Camping gear and coolers and water bottles bouncing around the truck as it moves up the hill. Perhaps a bit faster than necessary but the vehicle could handle it with ease.

The drive from Summersville consisted of twisty windy and steep back roads cut in half with a short stint on interstate 64. The farm was in the definition of "nowhere" no reception on cellular phone and he had been flying blind as far as timing his reunion with that smile and those eyes. Jumbling up the hill, watching for rocks and big potholes, he glanced up and saw her, standing by the road. She was beaming. He was beaming. The truck stops and she hops in, grabs a ride to the top of a mountain where the truck will remain parked.

A quick well deserved nap and some dinner, then off to see some music performed live in Wild Wonderful West Virginia. The light show is incredible against the opposing valley and ridge line, the musicians energetic and enthusiastic despite a small crowd lingering. The folding chair cradles him, her legs draped across his as she sits perpendicular. Her head bobbing as sleep overwhelms and she drifts off. His eyes snap open and all that is seen is the starry sky and bright light in varied colors sweeping overhead. They're both just too tired to stay awake.

The bed of the camper is made, and inviting and the sheets are cool on the skin. Once settled in, they can still hear the thumping droning bass line from the stages on the other side of the ridge. Sometimes when the wind blows correct, the other instruments come through with such clarity. Small talk, whispers and sweet nothings. Tight hugs back and forth and delicate kisses on wind chapped cheeks. In and out of slumber, dreams to reality and back again. They doze.