Soft screams

Your words dance like  
rose pedals around  
my head.  
 
Our chemistry is the
dry heat that makes  
me want to melt within
your bed.
 
In your sleep, you slowly
begin gyrating your luscious hips.
My every last nerve shutters
as a soft scream escapes your
wet lips.  
 
Cheeks begin to tighten and clench.
I'm ever so grateful to be entrapped  
within your trench.  
 
You bite your lower lip, then  
part your lips once more, letting out another
soft scream. Sadly, this is no more than a tainted
dream.  
 
Your blossom consist of shades that
are dark and blue.  
 
Look no further, I'm your dark
and blue through and through.