Sometimes I dream of you, laying gently in my arms, resting your head softly on my chest, as I gently kiss you.
Sometimes I dream of running my fingers through your hair, and pulling you closer to me, safer, watching over you as you sleep, or gently kissing you awake, to see a smile upon your face.
I want to hold you tight against me, to feel the warmth of your breast pressed up against mine, to feel the pounding of your heart against my body, to feel your heart and my heart pounding together, two hearts, but one rhythm, two people, almost as one, aching for each others touch, driven by passion and lust.
I want to run my fingers gently down your spine, and then to branch out, to explore your body, to learn it, to learn every inch, to love it, to please it, I want to kiss it and taste it I want to love it with my fingers, with my lips, with my tongue, I want all of me, and all of you to know each other, to be a part of each other, to be a part of the same moment of exstacy.
I want to lay you down beneath me, to gaze upon your beauty, to love you, and to cherish you.
Sometimes I dream of you, laying gently in my arms, resting your head softly on my chest, as I gently kiss you.
