But I'm not tired
The whisper trickling down my neck
lapping like
amorous waves tasting the shore
Lips reachingseekingsearching
feather-light kisses
pale skin, so crisp, kissable
(somuchloveinyou)
The crystal words falling, tasting
like balls of happiness, dipped in salt
A sigh, inhaling softly
my name rushhushtumbling
escaping, seeking
The touch, caressing, mesmerizing,
holding tightly to
Dreams of yesteryear
That night,
So sweetly ever do I dream