Cloud Imagination

On a cloud I lay,
A warm blanket pressed close to my shape.

I wonder what it would be like,
To have you pressed on my back and every curve.

Arms encircling my shoulders to keep me warm,
Even though my insides were on fire.

Gentle fingers would stroke my hair softly,
Then wander down further.

My muscles would twitch with the pleasure,
Oh so guilty pleasure.

Eventually both of your hands would twist me over,
My body would then face yours.

Both of our hands would start,
Exploring carefully and kindly.

We would feel each others heart's racing,
Pounding and beating on our chests.

Pressed close,
We would forge on to investigate farther into our adventure.

Lips would begin a feather trail of kisses over my neck,
Ever so slowly going lower and lower.

At this point my head would be spinning,
And body shaking.

Your grin would then come back over me,
Smiling lips pressing to mine.

I wouldn't forget about your hands,
They would go farther and farther.

A gentle moan would escape my mouth,
Your fingers would tease me.

My figure would squirm and jerk,
You just about push me over the edge.

And this is where my imagination comes to a stop,
The image leaves my eyes.

We draw to a close by holding each other,
Lips brushing every once in a while.

On my cloud I shut my eyes and sigh,
Do I really want what I just thought of?

I guess I won't know,
Until I'm actually challenged with it.

For now I'm content with just going with your words of promise,
Even though I know those promises are,
In fact,
Bound to be broken.