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After spending a joyful night with friends,
I decided to take a warm bath and go to sleep, celebrating my freedom and finally the silence. I rushed toward sleep, trying not to fall into the trap of dreams. Morning came and I couldn't escape my body. As I awoke, a desire also awoke within me. The scent of my lust enveloped me, and I stayed for several moments, spread under the sheets of a feminine, lazy sleep. I was held by a sudden surge of pleasure that I could not contain. The sea has sent those waves all the way to my bed to tease me. I was surprised by an irresistible morning hunger, as if my appetite for life has doubled. After a night of ebb and flow, the scent of the sea was crawling wildly towards me, provoking my senses with a mysterious appetite for passion, I ignored its scandalous confession of a night of love it had spent by my side, busy taming its waves, while I was busy taming my senses and escaping those obsessions that had sought me and spoiled my sleep.

In the dream:

We were salvaging our selves by the music, and trying to rescue what might happen to us due to a pleasure that might lead us to a deeper sadness.

At the same time, the scary silent desire, and the readiness of our sensations were making us emotionally less immune.
We were about to kiss when that music approached us surprisingly. The music was sluggishly crawling towards us, and enticing our desire to forbidden pleasures.

The sea took off his black coat, sat confronting my astonishment, and stared deeply into my eyes. A man, whose half is ink, and the other half is the sea, deprives me from my questions, and between two waves he drags me towards my destiny. A man, whose half is gentleness, and the other half is magnetism, is invading me with warm kisses. He is embracing me by one arm, and canceling my hands and writing me. He surprises me among my confusion, and he says:
-"This is the first time; I see your body without the lenses of words in a book. Let me please sense you without the description of the words, let me finally see you.
I try to cover myself with the words.
He tranquilizes me, he whispers:
-Don't hide yourself; I am looking at you through the darkness of ink. Only the lamp of desire is lightening your body our love has always existed in the darkness of sensations, closed within the pages of a book.
Sensationally overwhelmed I felt, and I wanted to ask him, but a sea storm approached me, taking my questions away. It scattered me like foam on the bed of passion. The sea was proceeding to me, demolishing everything in its way. It was putting the flags of his manhood everywhere it passes by, and was announcing every territory of my femininity as his occupied area. While I was disparately trying to release every inch of my body that fell under his masculinity, I realized my losses before him. He was conquering me.
I asked him; what are you doing to me, and he responded; "trees have no option except from making love while standing,"
His words became like his fingers very enticing, and I give up gradually to the sea waves that ecstatically scattered its salty pleasure on me.

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