waking dreams

 

 

In public .. while we dance...

You faced away from me but your hands were all over me...

I love the way you make me feel...

On the dance floor, in the mist of other people dancing, we were the only two people there.

My hands hidden under your shirt, my face burried in your neck, slowly, sweetly, singing in your ear.

Your hair, the smell of Jasmine, your skin, the smell of perfection.

You do not know how bad I want you.

The awkward Positions I can see us getting into. Oh, so fun tho.

The pleasure I dream, long for.

Haunting my very deepest, darkest recesses.

Can this be a dream?

Can this be real?

I touch your skin, and my fingers turn to velvet, to counteract your silky smooth skin.

Depths of desire has nothing compared to the joy you are giving to me.