NO NEED TO KNOCK

I was in a deep sleep, when a visitor had let himself into my apartment. I was awaken when he slowly slid into my bed. I felt a warm yet strange presence, and he immediately entangled his legs onto mine. His warm body that now lay next to me was strong and inviting. At first I just wanted to sleep. As I was wondering who my unexpected visitor was, his presence felt familiar, but I couldn't quite see him clear enough. I was still in a daze, too sleepy to care. I rolled onto my side to go back to sleep, but he wouldn't have it.

His voice was haunting. His touch was unbelievable. His breathe was sweet, and I was enchanted like never before. He kept feeling my skin, softly stroking me with an open palm up and down my body. He was over me, gazing into my eyes, speaking in a soft voice, yet loud enough that I should have heard him, with moments too faint to hear. His hand was now exploring me. As one arm pushed his way on top of me, I could see his face, his odd yet enchanting face.

His body was incredibly strong, his muscular body was all over me, and all I could do was to listen to his every whim. I thought I was going in and out of a sleep of some sort, still in a daze, not truly knowing if I was sleeping or dreaming. His lips devoured me, tantalizing every entrance on my body, clutching on to me, then yanking me closer to him, entering me with a calmness of ease, then thrusting me with almost a violent fervor that was exhausting, exhilarating, and frightening. My entire body was quivering. I couldn't breath. I was gasping for air, as I was holding on to him for dear life. He then pulled me even closer to him, allowing deeper penetration. It never stopped.

Suddenly I was caught up in total darkness. Every muscle in my body was aching, screaming out with ecstasy I can't begin to describe. Our bodies saturated in sweat and entwined in sensual clutches, not wanting to let go.

Then, just like that, it stopped. I was breathing so heavily, I needed to gain my composure, and just lie there for a moment to focus. I felt I was floating, as if I had been lifted to another place. The euphoria kept me in a daze, and I wanted to reach out to him, to see his naked body, to see his face, to see who my intruder was. As I reached for him,..

No one was there.

I leaned up on my bed, looking around my room, not knowing what was going on. The strange feeling that suddenly engulfed me was overwhelming. I got up, thinking my strange and mysterious lover was somewhere in my apartment, still close, but where? I was now in a state of solitude, and bewilderment.

What had just happened to me? All I could do was to lean on my bed again, confused with despair of not knowing what had happened. Still wet from his body, I covered my face in my pillow. Who was he, I kept asking myself, and how did he know where I lived? Who told him about me? Damn it, who was this man? Where did he come from?

My nude body was now cold, and yearning for his touch to make me warm. I needed him. I felt lost. His abrupt absence made me long for him all the more, to touch him, to engulf myself in him. While I lye on my bed, my eyes felt heavy, and this strange trance like slumber came over me. Within minutes, I feel asleep.