B l u e S k i n

I thought it was still nighttime because it was so dark in my bedroom. I looked over to my window and saw a soft grey blue light sneaking its way in through all the sides of the curtains. I was waking up from this weird profound dream, so it was taking me longer than usual to regain my sense of reality. My boyfriend and I were facing each other. He always seems to face me when we sleep together regardless if I have my back to him or not. Suddenly, he began to roll over on his back while pulling me with him. He put his arm above me while I put my head and arm on his chiseled chest. I fell back to sleep but a few moments later I was abruptly woken back up by my cat jumping on my leg that was crossed over my boyfriend's leg. She wanted to get to his side of the bed to lay next to him. My body started getting hot from being startled out of my sleep, so I slowly moved away from my boyfriend's warm body while still facing him. He remained sound asleep while still laying on his back with his face towards me.

His breathing is so satisfying. As I secretly stared at him through my slightly squinted eyes my mind started to wander off. I began imagining scenarios and future memories that me and him can make. All my life I always felt so alone even when I'm in a room full of people. But with him I never feel alone. Even when he's not with me I don't feel alone. Ever since I met him, I haven't had a nightmare which is saying a lot since I get them very often. The way his hair had gracefully fallen into his face reminded me of a pastel painting at an art museum. Everything about him looks and feels like art. He slowly started to wake up. His eyes were still closed as he stretched his body while making his manly grunting noises. I quickly closed my eyes to pretend like I wasn't just awake staring at his gorgeous face. I hear him get out of bed and make his way to the bathroom.

Waking up to him is amazing. It gives me a sense of purpose and security. I rolled over on my other side to check my phone to see what time it was. It was 5:48am, the crack of dawn. With my back still facing his side and the window, I closed my eyes and went back to pretending to be asleep with the intent of actually going back to sleep. I hear him quietly make his way back to bed. However, before he got into bed, I hear him open the curtains and the window. A soft satisfying chilly breeze swayed through the room and touched the skin of my face. He slowly tried to pull the sheets down as quiet as possible to make way for his body to enter. The sheets slightly came off my shoulders in a smooth manner as he got into bed and positioned his body. He casually wrapped his gorgeous muscular arm snug around my curvy waist. He let his arm rest into my curves for a bit until his anxious but tamed hand began to move up my skin with the urge to feel my sensitive body. The definition of spooning would be him and I. The way he positions his hands after lustfully caressing my body. The way he sensually hugs every part of my curves with his body. The way he rests his head after gently moving my hair out of the way to kiss my neck and shoulders. There's nothing like it. The moment makes me feel so alive every time.

We fell back to sleep for about thirty minutes. I was slowly woken up by the movement of his hands running gently down my curves. He kissed my neck again and I couldn't help but let out a soft moan. I quickly checked the time on my phone. The time was 6:33am; still too early. In my sleepy consciousness I developed an urgent need to have him in my sight. I quickly disturbed his gesture to turn over and face him. Satisfaction grew over his face as he made haste to make eye contact with me after I got comfortable. "Morning babe." He said with his deep, sexy, but sleepy voice. His Korean accent is thick when he is sleepy. Thicker than my Mexican accent when I'm drunk. With a big nerdy grin, I reply, "Morning." He smiles and pulls me tighter and closer to him. We began to kiss soft and heavy. We slowly stopped and "French" kissed. The way we flow together, you would think we were one and the same. As we settled down, I looked him in his eyes and asked if he was okay. I don't know why but I always feel the need to make sure he is okay. He said "yes baby girl" which made me smile and melt. He started to position himself to lay flat on his back again. I removed myself to make his movements easier for him. Once I saw that he was comfortable I laid my head on the side of his chest, put my hand in the middle of his chest, and then placed my leg on top of his leg. He embraced me as I allowed the caressing heat of his body satisfy my brown skin. "You smell so good baby." He said as he kissed the top of my head. I began to remember that my hair had a hint of coconut and argan oil and my skin smelled of smooth cocoa butter oil. A small breeze came through the window which carried his cologne through the room and tickled my noise. His cologne was surprisingly as fresh as it was last night. His scent made me briefly close my eyes in pleasure.

A conversation sparked after he asked me a deep and meaningful question. We talked and talked with smiles and laughter bursting at random. We reached the end of our conversation with both of us saying "yeah" in agreement. The silence after made us focus on the blue light dancing on our skin. "I can't wait to draw you," he said with lust and love in his voice. "Your skin and your curves are so beautiful," he continued, as he ran his hand down my slightly cold arm. Outside had the mood of peace. Nothing but 50 shades of grey in the skies. The sun wanted nothing more than to reveal itself, but the clouds owned the sky for the moment. This blue light... It was so subtle and quiet earlier, but now it’s uncontrollably consuming. From the endless sky, the blue light only seems to lay upon our skin, my cat in slumber, and the sheets surrounding us. My sleepy eyes widened with energy as I pondered the view. I began to zone out, but my focus was interrupted by my boyfriend suddenly adjusting his body just a bit. He then hesitantly asked, "Are you okay?" I shook my head "yes" and then moved my head up to look at him. I lipped the word "yes" again to reassure him. "What are you thinking about?" He softly but anxiously asked. I responded with a fake nonchalant shoulder shrug, "I'm just afraid of not being enough for you." I tried to give off the impression that my thought was no big deal, but it really is. I truly am afraid to lose him.

I have a problem with my heart. It is stronger and wiser than ever before but still very fragile in a way. I have this force field up but somehow that doesn't faze him. He easily slips his hand pass that force field every time just to massage my heart. Gripping me tighter against his body he says, "You are more than enough. You are something I have been missing all my life. You give me purpose." I couldn't help but smile as my eyes filled with water. "It's just you're such an amazing man and good men like you deserve the best." I replied with my big animated watery eyes. He reassured me with confidence by saying, "Baby, just keep being yourself. Who you are makes me want to spend my life with you.” I replied with a content and happy "okay". A single tiny happy tear ran down my face as I turned my head to the side and laid my head back down on his warm chest. I am awake now. Not just physically from my rested goodnight sleep but also mentally. My heart, mind and body began to shift with the vibes. I wanted nothing more than for this moment to never end. I intensely realized that we were in a world of our own. It was literally just me, him, this blue light, and nothing else. I began to desperately take mental pictures of this moment so that it may last forever in my memories.

My soul became fixated on the blue light that laid softly but bold upon his skin. There are no words to truly and deeply describe what the eyes of my heart could see. It was as though he unknowingly had control of the weather and the sky; using its tamed energy to make his body express his existence. I began to mold into his body letting his heat resonate throughout my skin. He motions his arm up to his head to do a gentle quick finger run through his hair to move it out of his face. As his arm moves back down, my lustful eyes capture the veins in his arms. They went through his arm like lightning across the sky. Because his skin was much lighter of a shade than mine the blue light on his body looked like the sea at dusk. However, my darker skin of a chocolate caramel tone, made the blue light dance with shades of grey ripples on a lake during a rainy foggy day. It is quite stunning to see how shades change with good intent when they meet other beautiful shades.

Ever since I met him, he reminded me of something that most people cannot fathom. It would be lame to say that he is not of this world. But that is how I feel about him. Someone like him is hard to find on this godforsaken planet. All I know is that he was made for me. He is my personal escape from this world. His blue skin dominates my thoughts and steals my time. My favorite color use to be blue when I was younger but then it became black as time took me through my battles of life. The color black is everything to me. For me it is the color of strength, sadness, nothingness, and deep thought. He has made me fall in love again with who I use to be and that was a girl who loved colors, especially the color blue. His blue skin on this day will forever be engrained in my head. My will has longed for what his blue skin gives to me. That blue soft but warrior-like skin stained my soul. Suddenly, this sense of freedom overcame me. It makes me feel like running through a field of blue flowers that dust the wind with its blue pigment.

I never thought I would love blue as much as I do now. I have seen many shades of blue but his skin created a new shade that never existed until now. The texture gives his skin a deep contour that makes him look angelic. If it was my time to die at this moment, I would gladly take my last breath. Seeing something so beautiful made me feel like my life is finally complete. It makes me feel like I have done my time on this prison world. What is a guy like him doing on this wretched planet anyways? Does a damaged woman, such as myself, deserve to feel the security of his soft blue touch? I would like to think that I do deserve his kind of touch because every time I am with him, I heal in ways I never thought I could. He helps me heal from things that a beautiful woman should never have to heal from. I briefly remembered that I have work in 4 hours but that thought was quickly erased by his devouring skin of blue. In the background of my thoughts, he began to speak sweet somethings and random thoughts of his future day which gave me assuring happiness. I could tell by the way he was talking to me that he wants me to be part of his day even though I cannot be with him when this moment ends. I love listening to him talk about his plans for the day and what he needs to get done. It gives me motivation to complete my own tasks for the day as well. The way his voice and his blue skin echoes through the room calms my mind and massages my soul. I need his skin on mines no matter the color it takes on. Nevertheless, this new shade of blue upon his skin gives me new life. His blue skin at the crack of dawn on this cloudy morning is the restoration of my heart.