Dreaming

I’m dreaming of arched backs and heavy breathing. Of mornings laced with late for work… not leaving. dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of how you taste in the morning. Of your taunt breath… keeping your words from forming… dreams of you. I’m dreaming. Of Lucid Dreams, colored in curves, Of Fingertip dances and of explored nerves… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of sheets and of you in between And your hands… free to roam safe from being seen dreams of you I’m dreaming Of physical formed poetry, Limbs coming from you, but tangled up in me… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of dissecting your desires. Feel our bodies inside, engulfed in fire… dreams of you. I’m dreaming Of you dressed simply in longing… of it’s undressing… or fulfillment dawning. dreams of you. I’m dreaming of you. Alone simply feeling. My vicarious touch lets you leave you reeling… dreams of you I’m dreaming And dreaming of you leaves me tense Tension best expressed with me in your presence… dreams of you