We Can Dream

silk, red, meet in our sleep.

Yes. Soft.

How the silk flows on your body. I am with you
your bare feet, running, tippy-toes, my dancer.
Nothing on underneath, can you feel the wind blowing up your dress?

How free your body feels
sky and grass

In my dream I catch you up in my arms.
And you keep running

And I keep doing that, because you play.
You run and stop and run and stop.
With each caress lasting longer than the last.
You laugh at my smile.

The top of your head would lay just under my chin, my hands caress your lower back and,
I would be trembling.
Fear and desire, they seem to go together don't they?
Suspended.
Yes.

And I would hold on, feel my heart beat?

Your breasts
pressed to mine, oh god, I can just imagine. My sweet.

But so many other things, my hearts beat is the conductor of.

I want to feel your warmth, your heat, the texture of your hair, your body.

Running my hand down the center of your back, down, caress your hip.
Running my hands down the front of your hip, rubbing you, feeling the curve of your thigh, grazing the hairs of your pussy through silk. Hold to me.

My hand finds the hem of that dress, and softly rising I lay my hand, skin to skin.

I can feel your soft hands, rubbing me, gripping me as my fingers explore you, curl up to play.

Purrrrrr.

I want to kiss you. Taste you with my tongue, what is your smell?

I am looking into your brown eyes, my eyes are blue and large.

And I will not deny you my heart beat,
but for that we must lay skin to skin.

We can
dream.