Sweet Dreams

Every night I dream of you and every morning I wake smiling, reluctant to leave my treasured thoughts. Memories of the night's fantasies dripping with delightful, vivid tactility. I can still smell you as if you were just here, though it leaves me on the back of a breeze as easily as it can be recalled. The impression left from having been near you sends shivers down my spine. The trace of your fingers tattooed into my skin, ever vibrant. What I would give for you to come to me now... to claim eager libation of nectar-sweet adoration that bathes me after each night filled with memories of you on the tip of my tongue. I can't help but imagine being in your arms while whittling away at another day talking about nothing, experiencing everything. Every sense exaggerated and blissful. I can feel your breath sweep across the back of my shoulder as your fingers wrap gently around my neck, your tender lips finding my melting point and commanding my attention. You wield this undeniable power so effortlessly. The more I try to resist, the faster it sends me spinning. How exposed I must be when my eyes flutter against the fervor reflected in yours, unspeakably ready to do as you please at any moment. You are captivated lust in a single touch. Gentle enough to have been imagined but I can still feel your unmistakable embrace. No, not imagined. Remembered. Your electricity pulsates through me even now, keeping me alive in that first moment. That first palpable skip of hunger and departing inhibition. My mind sways, conjuring what I could've done better, more of, to please your every desire. My wildest fantasy couldn't boast a worthy testimony to describe how much I enjoy the simple thought of you. It's almost enough to stay safely tucked away in the evocation of that breathless moment. I find myself pulled away from contemplation of you only in exchange for a promise. A covenant of passionate return to the subject of my inspired mind's yearning so that I may once again dream sweet enough to wake with a smile…