As I drifted off into sleep, I thought of him: his youthful body; his soft smooth skin; his gentle smile; the way his golden blonde hair caught the light of the sun and gave him a divine halo; and his blue eyes looking at me with love, caring and longing. He stood there caught in time, a picture etched into my memory—ever youthful, ever loving, ever beautiful to my eyes, heart and mind. His nudity expressed openness and lack of shame for the feelings that he had welled up inside of him as he stood there before me, looking at me patiently, standing there caught in a moment of time that lingers ever in my mind’s eye. His erect penis, oozing precum, revealed his desire for me, his willingness to share himself with me. All that love, I held for him in equal measure. My penis too stood at attention, being aroused by the thoughts of him, his love, his touch, his smell, his weight against my body while we laid together in each other’s arms making love—kissing with tongues, one dancing one with the other, further aroused in our sexual desire for each other, which bound us at the soul level in our experience united in love.

Sleep’s veil came over me, and the lights of conscious thought dimmed. I floated into that restful, secure place where renewal and replenishment dwells for the sleeping beings, where the cells of my body shed the old and were refreshed anew as healthy, beautiful, vital, and alive cell parts of my physical being. They were parts that worked their work to rebuild and renew my body into the youthful body I remembered. As I looked upon his beautiful body, I fashioned mine in his likeness. I grew into that being every moment until it revealed itself to me as I gazed into the mirror at my reflection. The changes I saw in the mirror, as I looked at myself in the morning, were subtle, yet I saw my youthful body growing, replacing ever so slowly and deliberately the old body, until one day when I look into the mirror, the old body will be as a faded memory of what I once thought of as being mine. The renewal continued as I drifted off into dreams of us together…

There is a gentle breeze that cools the air and carries with it the sweet smell of green grass, and flowers in blossom. The leaves of the grand old tree I find him reclining against move slowly in rhythm with the breeze. He is there, in the shade of the tree with eyes closed, resting and waiting for me to arrive. As I approach, he hears the sounds of my footsteps approaching, opens his eyes, looks at me with a loving smile, and beckons me to join him at his side in the shade of this grand old tree. He has placed a blanket there where he rested with a basket of food and other things to fill our hungers while we spend this time together. I sit beside him, take him and turn him towards me. I softly rub his cheek and give him a little kiss on the lips in greeting.

“Hello my love. It is so nice to be with you once again.” I kiss him again and hug him to me, holding him in my arms, smelling him, feeling his arms around me as is warm breath touches the skin on my neck.

Our embrace ends after a time, then he