Chi
This dream came out of nowhere. A sweet, sensual vignette with a woman I have not seen or communicated with in over 40 years. A long, dark and spicy girl named Chaquita Beverly Harper. Met her at college, not too long after a break up. I wasn’t suffering from the ended love affair. The relationship, a long-distance one — my ex was two and a half years younger than I and still living next door to my parents in Philly — had run its course. We had kind of just drifted apart. I can’t even recall what the last straw was. Might not have been one. The relationship just kind of melted away like snow. There was no drama. Chi became my new flame.
Back to the dream. There were a series of events leading up to the moment I am about to describe but I no longer remember them. (You know how dreams can be.) I was lying in bed with Chi. She was on her back. I was to her left, on my side and facing her. Her right arm was bent at a 90-degree angle over her head. She turned her head towards me and said languidly, “You didn’t say good night.” I moved towards her, gently placing my cheek against hers and saying softly into her ear, “Good night baby.” Then I slowly moved my head downward, past her neck and clavicle, to where her right breast began to swell. Ever so slightly, I brushed my lips across the top portion of it. Purposely, I did not seek her nipple. The tease was on. She let out a gasp of pleasure. We were not entirely alone in the inky darkness and I was a little concerned about Chi getting too loud, as she is prone to be. Then I woke up.
There was a pleasant, albeit faint, residual stirring in my nether regions. Time was, I would have had a rip-roaring erection after such an erotic dream. Things are different now. I no longer experience the hair-trigger tumescence of my 20s. Lord, do I miss those salad days of easy-come turgidity (no pun intended).
As I contemplated the deliciousness of the dream, it occurred to me that an element of it reminded me of my most-recent ex-lover. Her signature pose while lying in bed was placing her arm over her head. I used to love kissing that part of her arm just above the armpit. It was a sexy pose. I also loved moving down towards her breast and gently ….
Dreams. Go figure.
