I wake up with the dream of you still wet and pressed hard against my skin and I keep my eyes closed and let the ghost of your vision linger over my body and wander over and inbetween my limbs
I can still feel the heat of your breath on my neck and hear the echo of your whisper telling me what to do
Eagerly I obey every syllable of ever word and my hands become your hands and your hands become the warm soft folds of the flower and pleasures you keep hidden between your thighs and below your belly
I get lost in the rush of my desire and drag myself back into my dreams of you where I get lost deep inside your blooming petals
We lose our flesh
and our bones melt until we become nothing more than two dark velvet seas raging and crashing into each other
We bleed farther into the silk sheets of lust and we  become the colors of unknown  love as wave after wave climbs higher into this dream
I find myself over you and behind you and below you and your every fiber stiched with electricity to the marrow of my decadent bliss as I come to the edge of gratification
Then death finds me tangled and twisted and sweating inside cold blankets and sheets with my hands my own again and clutching a damp pillow as life explodes between my tightly clenched eyes
not wanting to watch your dream
turn into a mist leaving nothing behind
but the ghost of your lips