I dreampt of a large wheat field of seemingly endless wavy grass. First rolling to one side in a purposeful direction, then like changing its mind, abruptly rolling in another direction. Beyond this, I see an island of trees in the middle of this hypnotic wheat ocean and suddenly I am strongly drawn there. As I wade through the grass, my hands instinctively caress back and forth over the soft tips and I feel an anticipation growing, an excitement of what is yet to come. Knowing in my heart and deeper down what it is I want to find but not quite sure I'll be lucky enough to be rewarded.

At the base of the tree oasis, I see it is thicker than it looked from afar. I have to feel my way around. Up and down, stroking the hard bark of each, until my hands find the right one that I want to access. Many trees beckon back once alerted by my touch, but I know they don't lead to the path I want. And even when I've reached the one that's the key to my chosen desire, I know this is only the first entry; and no promise of pleasure is assured. So I slip beyond the outer layer. A fleshy wall envelopes me, the inner warmth of each tree I previously aroused, now massaging me from all sides as I try to squeeze through; beseeching me to stay and play. I go slow as the feeling is not unpleasant and I'm tempted to linger longer but I know my true desire may be waiting just within.

Here I hesitate, should I go further or stay with the one's whom I know want me now? Should I attempt that last entry and chance disappointment? Really the question is mute as my will is not my own and I eagerly go forward. I half expect to find nothing there, an empty void of space, as memory seems to remind me has happened before. But this time, as I go thru that last entry, I find to my delight, my sweet heart is there. And as my love becomes aware of my presence, open arms and a greeting of mutual pleasure is shared. The inner sanctum of this beautiful and safe union heats up with our conversations, innuendos, word play on touches, kisses, nuances and fantasies; making the middle of this oasis a secret paradise shared only by the two of us, our identities kept hidden. And though we are invisible to the outer rims, the only cloud on our heaven is the insistent beckoning of the others on the outside who want in. No matter, we ignore their requests and relish in our stolen time together.

~Surfing thru IM's for my chosen desire'¦

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