Who is this lady in my dream? There is dream that floats around my mind, coming to the fore at night and in quiet day time moments. It is like a mirage. I can see a vague shape, an enchanting outline but as I work towards it it drifts, some times closer but always ending as far away as at the beginning. Failing to get closer, my imagination seeks to fill the gaps, to add form and colour, shape and movement, scent and expression, sound and feeling, to engage every sensor, to create an image, a longed for reality. The end of a journey, perhaps by train, perhaps by car, a city, looking for a face in a crowd, not sure she will really be there, coffee for two, a walk in the open, a cigarette, conversation, what to do, where to go, chatting, looking for common ground, a teasing line, smiles and on. Cold wind, touch my hand feel the cold, lets go somewhere warm, a meal, what next? movie? theatre? club? bed? Who is this woman, this virtual femme fatale? What is she like? Her looks, her voice, her scent, her touch, her smile? What form does her perfection take? How does she feel? All dressed in her best? Brim full of confidence? Ready to kill! Maybe? Not sure - who the hell is this guy anyhow? Will he like me, will I like him? Why am I here? Oh God, he has come.

One step at a time. Maybe its not so bad. Maybe its okay. Maybe its better than okay. God I need a cigarette. To share a bed or home alone, he wants her, she wants him, no problem, it's easy or is it? Who brings what history, what desires, wants, needs, demands? Are they garnished with worries, with fear? Where will it lead, where will it end? With each love making do you part with some small piece of your soul for ever or, are you raised to a new confidence to take on the world? Played and used to exhaustion or, played and fulfilled? There is no more judgemental sense than vision, turn out the light and rely on sound, scent and touch.

The world becomes smaller and more intimate.

The senses now in play are less experienced, there is more experimentation, slow adjustment to the new environment, that feels soft, isn't this warm, what is this? Slowly, gently, separately, together.

Two people face each other fully clothed in the dark. It is warm. They are alone. Strangers or intimates? He tells her she is beautiful and cups her cheek in his hand seeking to draw her lips to his. He kisses her lips, her cheek and gently nuzzles around to her ear, to taste her ear with the tip of his touch and stroke her neck, oh so slowly, gently. Is she responsive, how will she respond? Will she put her arms around him and draw the two of them tight together? If she does she will feel his length through their clothes, erect, on guard, ramrod straight. Is this what she wants? He draws away from her slightly, wishing the light was on so that he could see her face, her expression, "are you okay my lovely?" he asks The hand that starts to work at his trousers, to feel for his balls, seems to say "yes". He kisses her lips again, runs the tip of his tongue across them and her's emerges to play, tip to tip. He slides a hand across her shoulder and down her back feeling for the gap between blouse and skirt to gain entry to the warm skin of her lower back, gentle massage, down on to her butt, so soft and smooth. He draws her to him, a hand on her rear another against her neck, each holding and caressing the closeness, the warmth, the intimacy is intoxicating.

"may I undress you?" may I enter your secret, private world? Do you trust me? Do you want me as much as I want you? Undressing is easy - then so much new "virgin" flesh available to both, what to touch, what hold, what to kiss, what to suck, whether to lie down - so many options. The wonder of discovering the new balanced by uncertainty of fumbling without ordination. What does she like? What does she want? Lie close to me, legs entwine, talk, tell me you thoughts, how you feel.

Lets go slowly, lets explore, can I feel every part of you, can I go south, kiss your breasts, tease your nipples, rub my face in your tummy till you giggle, kiss the softness of your inner thighs, stroke your legs. Am I allowed inside, my tongue toys round your warmth, massages your personal placet, adding an urgency , one finger inside, juice everywhere, two fingers, working your g spot, tongue and fingers playing in harmony, pleasuring, will she respond, will the volcano erupt? Will she want more? What would she like, what positions? Animal or erotic? Tantric grace and style or, frantic playing to bruised exhaustion? Finaly - a contented coalescence of flesh, heaving, steamy, soft, entwined, too tired to move. Or, well give it a little while, lets shower and start again, that was just a practice! Cascading water, smiles and hugs. Now look whats happened to my hair? Coffee, kisses, hugs, a reawakening of the senses to the reality of the world outside. What next, will things ever be the same?