Dreaming

Even    
when he  
sleeps    
he finds    
a way    
to    
nestle    
into my    
dreams    
as he    
grips my    
soul    
and    
weaves    
himself    
into my    
realm    
and    
all    
he wants    
to do    
is    
unwind    
and    
rest his    
tired    
and    
weary    
mind    
whilst    
my hands    
roam    
his    
bare flesh    
inviting    
a riot    
between    
right & wrong    
as
I softly    
hum    
to him    
the
song    
of    
his
heart & soul    
as my    
fingers    
are    
twined    
in his    
whilst    
his lips    
crush    
mine    
ever so  
tenderly
but 
violently    
as he    
takes me    
ferociously    
to  
higher planes
to
forget    
the minutia    
of our    
day  
and  
the day  
is not  
yet  
done
whilst kneeling
upon  
his altar.