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In dreams, the world buds and pushes out with soft insistence, and images blossom and shimmer as they fall from the mind like delicate flowers pressed passed blooming. Her dream was like that….a flowing and fading of thoughts flooding softly through her mind.

She was having a lark sending him a game online that included two white rabbits playing. Having none of that, he sent her one back in a flurry of competition—thousands of white rabbits running multitudes of mazes. When she finally won the game, the self-same rabbits fell like raindrops haphazardly down the computer screen, and she laughed at seeing their ears flutter crazily in their descent. Then the dream changed.

She dropped into the middle of an unfamiliar space. Looking around, she saw a large city, with people walking to and fro on their way to purposeful destinations. It looks as if they’re all going home, she thought. Of course they were. One look up told her that the glowing blush of sunset would be breaking soon, a red haze across the night sky. Then she saw him across the square. She knew immediately that it was him…that she was supposed to follow him…that somehow she was supposed to introduce herself to him. How does one introduce oneself to a complete stranger? Her mind raced as she climbed on the bus and managed to find a place in the back. He didn’t notice her. Devilishly handsome, he didn’t even bother to sit down. He just leaned his hand against the back of one of the seats and stood talking, smiling and laughing. She sighed and reclined back, watching him socialize. It was interesting to her that she both knew and didn’t know him all at once. The bus stopped. He was getting off. She followed. It was all a bit confusing after that, as she was completely overwhelmed by the people milling around her. She guessed she’d lost him…

No. He’d found her. He saw her across the crowd and knew immediately who she was. By that time she’d found him, too. Their eyes locked, and they both wound through the crowd to meet each other face to face. Why is it that in dreams one never remembers the details of conversations? All she could remember was that their rapport was amazing, rather like intimate friends who hadn’t seen each other in ages. They walked along chatting, across the street and into what looked like a large entrance to a park. To the left of the entry was a large bench, and they headed that direction and sat down—he on the left, she on the right. Strangely enough, another man wandered in and sat down right between them. She remembered thinking it funny that he chose the space dead center. She didn’t have anything to say to this stranger, so just glanced away. Her friend looked at the man, got up and walked off, disappearing quickly around a wall directly to the left. She sat quietly, wondering what had happened. The strange man occupying the center of the bench sighed, got up and left. She stood up, walked to the wall and peered around its edge. There he was, pacing back and forth, talking to himself. She smiled. He was telling himself, pep-talk style, that he could do this. Not knowing what to do, she sat herself back down on the park bench and waited, watching the night sky fade from pale blue to indigo. The first stars were making their appearances, with that familiar twinkle she so loved. At that moment he returned, sitting down beside her. They looked at each other. In life, there are looks, and then there are looks. This one said everything there was to be said, with a sense of falling…as if the eyes suddenly disappeared and the minds instantaneously became crystal clear.

He leaned in and touched her lips with his.

She yielded with the softest delicacy, and felt his tongue tentatively break the tenderness of her lips. Their touch was soft, and the exploration quietly intense. If there was ever a detailed exploration of physical inner worlds, this was it for the two of them. Two tongues interlocked in wordless parlance: touch and thrust, taste and thrill. His lust and her honey melted into sensuous tasting fired by sweet desire. As night continually deepened into black, they removed each other’s garments one by one…lips measuring life in the play of skin and the scent of flesh on each other’s tongues. She reveled in his body, devouring his skin with rapt attention. He explored her with attentiveness and delight, her softness melting rapidly in acceptance of a thousand different kisses. At this moment, bent back against the bench, flesh to flesh, she saw past him to the night sky. It was black velvet, sparkling with stars—a vast eternity of stars—all focused on the lovers below. The diamond canopy filled her soul with amazing love, with the intense need to hold on to this man and feel him melt into her for an eternity. She felt his body against her and, in a beautiful, life-filled moment, felt the ocean break against the sand…the wind against her face…the moonlight glittering on newly fallen snow. Felt him enter her and take her slowly and surely…but she wanted more than that. She wanted to taste him first. So she stopped him. She gently moved. Placing herself underneath him, he slid into her mouth and she caressed him softly. He groaned lightly, and she filled herself with the taste of him, the feel of him…her tongue everywhere around him. The tip of him found her hungry, desiring the flesh of his roundness soft against her tongue’s sweet, wet kisses. She desired to stroke him softly…to drive him mad…taste him delicately and long. As the stars watched, did he sigh? Did he love the touch of her as she explored him with the lust of a lover enthralled? He must have, for he desired her, too. He found her at last, and probed her delicately and lovingly, enjoying her taste on the tip of his tongue. They ended up, one on top of the other, on that shadowy park bench. So they lay making love, stroking and touching, pleasuring and playing…he on top, she beneath.

Until that moment. The moment true lovers can never resist.

That moment always finds them, like a universal force begging them to lock bodies, lock lips, and lock souls…a moment too intense to not desire possession of one another. She wrapped herself around him, and he drove himself deep into her with the greatest of desire…with a slow, measured movement of lust, life, and passion that pushed them both past flesh and into each other’s souls. The stars, wheeling with fury and light in their canopied orbits, sparked and flared as they sighed together…two lovers finding each other at last. They, in their soulful ecstasy, felt as if both grasped the same flaming planet at the same moment. In a burst of light and love, they melted into each other against the park bench, cradling one another under the nakedness of the glowing stars. This was her dream. When she opened her eyes to the soft morning light, she was blissfully content. She knew, as all lovers do, that in dreams white rabbits are lucky, and stars always point to good fortune. That night she walked outside and found the North Star. Following it across the sky, she smiled…for in her dreams, she knew it would always lead to him.

The Night Of A Thousand Stars COPYRIGHT 2005 REBECCA TACOSA GRAY


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