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 ***** 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