Rewriting a Dream

Rewriting a dream
You see this won’t recap the ins and outs of the point
Of your entrances, maybe it should but it won’t. More like
Spreading the tale of how standoffish legs were to the word closed.
And for a second thoughts about the feel
of your warm breath singing to the space between
Southern lips crossed that threshold from dreams to reality
Causing chills to flow up nerve column, reawakening
Ungoverned aches… you see

This won’t tell the tale of how many soft sighs and
Yearning moans slipped passed lips as we dipped and dived
Within the grains of  pleasure points, casting elite
Affairs between give and take, as bodies weaved
Deep within the belly of seduction sultry passage where
Limbs and skin merged into the afterglow
Of afterthought slowly weaning sexual tension
From tips as mouths reprised blissful
Phrases as we drafted beneath our nether realms..
And we became More…

No, this won’t retell or recapture the feel…
Yes, that feeling of you touching me in places where the sun
Don’t shine…just That taste…the taste and smell of you covers the air
And that space on tongue is where you linger…
And oh my how you do linger….
Causing the body to longingly want to remember
The weight of the curve of you…
Postponed near here… where fingers played me
As if I symphony no.9, oh how masterfully you stroked
Each keynote just right…
But again this isn’t that dream…
Where we spilled until our sheets dripped
Our wasted rejuvenated particles soaking through
Hardwood floors… oh no this is definitely
Not that dream where time stood branded on
Our backs as the number of times we bowed and
Emptied us into this river of body fluids while draping
Fulfillment across chocolate chest, feeling
Heart racing as breathing slowly return to calming
Inhales and exhales…no this is not a dream
Born for a thought rebirth on sheets sealed in ink
Felt through space and time, oh no this is not that dream
More like a promise of what’s to come…