Dreaming

I write along his skin in my dream, his bare back laid out for my touch, he’s breathing shallow and deep, my pen scribbles my every thought, desire, dream and wish. 

The black ink glides along his milky flesh, drawing the pattern of words I have trouble speaking.

“I love you.” I tell him. “I am in love with you, the way the wind is in love with the trees, the way the sun is in love with the sky, and the way the ocean is in love with the moon.” 

He says nothing.. 

My pen continues..

“I desire you, not just in lust, but in burning heat that has no end. I crave your lips pressing into mine every time you speak, I crave your touch as I crave air to breathe. I am filled with you, a glowing ember of life and yet I want more of you.”

Again he says nothing.. 

“I see a tomorrow that’s more than just a day, I see a endless day of us, where the sun kisses the moon, and you kiss me, you awaken me, and I bleed into you.”

“I feel you, sore and achy as a remembrance between my thighs, and yet my unquenchable thirst for you calls to you once more. My nipples perk at the reminder of your ginger scruff rubbing as you licked and sucked them. and I often drip in wet heat thinking about how beautifully you use my body.”

I kiss along his spine, his shoulders and neck, but to my surprise he’s calling my name. He’s waking me.

From my slumber I see him hunched over me, his face a godsend, his eyes my home. I rise up and kiss him, starting my dream in reality…