I dream of
Wrapping my arms around your neck,
Feeling your hands discovering my ribs,
gripping my legs, and
tracing my spine,
Switching from sitting near you
to sleeping beside you,
Concealing our love under covers
for hours.
I dream of
Dancing with you and your subtle sway,
Trying not to notice as the hours,
and minutes,
and seconds
pass too fast for us.
Trying to persuade time to take back
its hurried departure,
so we can have a few moments,
a few precious moments,
longer.
I dream of
Brushing my cheek against yours
and sighing in sync
with overwhelming ecstasy.
Running my fingers through your hair,
and softly sketching my love on your skin.
I dream of
drowsy,
clumsy,
desperate
affections.
When I drift off to sleep,
my dear,
it seems
I always dream
of
you.