Virgin Dreams

by Eden   Apr 9, 2005


In cadence with your dreams,
Illusion.
Wanting, needing passion of such.
Your body against mine,
Pleasure beyond happiness.
I search for you even more.
My lips to your neck, breathing you in.
My arms around you...One hand on your neck; the other down your back.
Feeling each other's hot skin in cool satin sheets.
The pressure of your body on mine,
Absorbing our sweat as one.
Little beads of water on your forehead,
And then your lips to my own neck.
Pass my shoulder and my smooth breasts.
Down my stomach, kissing, nibbling.
Eyes closed with a sealing lock of passion and destiny.
You are within me and I pull you closer to my breast.
Kisses and sighing as one, we need more.
Further we go towards past secret plans,
Kept secret for far too long...
...Nothing but us...
Nothing but extreme bliss as we lie there naked,
Holding, kissing each other in unabated love.
Then, resting with your arm around my waist and your warm breath against the back of my neck...
Slowly I fall asleep, but awake in agonizing vain,
For you are not there with your skin against mine...
And it has all been a dream.

An illusion.
Must it be this way, My Love?

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