a dream of you

I revel in your delicious touch;
the touch of Belgian chocolate
when the tongue swims in it,

and it melts on the taste buds
like you do as the dessert of my every night,
when your breasts butter my fingers,  

and I taste your words
as vowels strawberry that linger
on your lips so sweetly.

It is then, that this feeling sweeps
down my arms into my hands and I feel
shape and weight and texture and temperature

as if I am actually grasping you.  
A tactile sensation menagerie  
from our souls  meringue