It was night ... well don't they all start that way?

It was dark and gloomy, gloomy and dark ... maybe it was wet too .... maybe even cold ... okay so it was cold and wet and gloomy and dark!!

Or maybe it went like this!!

She approaches through a sensual mist, light caresses her as she steps softly towards him. The glisten of her eyes pierces the darkness, her velvety skin shimmers in the moonlight as her robe cascades to the floor. He can feel her heart beating with a savage passion, her lips slightly parted, whisper his name. Unable to move, his gaze fixates upon her, the crystalline sweat illuminates on her body as it descends down her flesh. She reaches to him and her hand caresses his shoulder. His flesh warms as he feels his nerves come alive lowering herself before him. He can now feel the warmth of her breath on his face, her gaze leaves no shadows, he knows why she is here and his heart quickens, his breathing is labored, and he gasps as her moist lips press against his, the heat from their exchange binds them together in sweat as they embrace as one hearts afire, she writhes in rhythm as their passion heightens. He cries out and is startled by the emotions running through his veins. His body calls to her and his nerves tingle with her every touch. Her lips taste of honey and they kiss as if they have but one kiss left in life. She clutches him tight, an almost painful embrace and he hears her whimper as she begins to shake. They explode and their cries ring out in the night. Then they collapse in each other's arms, gasping for breath, sweat ebbing from their bodies like rain. She gently stares into his eyes, and with a tearful smile, caresses his cheek and then vanishes into the night. He awakens, saddened their dream had ended, and smiles as he sees a crimson robe lying in the doorway.