i have dreamt about you every night this week.
i picture your hands trailing up my spine,
igniting every single one of my nerves like a livewire.
i feel like i'm sitting over an open flame, melting.
i think about the gentle curve of your hips and
my hands caressing your alabaster skin,
watching as your brilliantly blue eyes shut and
your rosy lips part to let the smallest gasp escape.
your chin tilts up to expose the length of your neck and
i imagine my teeth grazing the soft line of your jaw.
your fingers twist into my hair, tugging,
just so i pull my head away long enough
for your lips to meet mine.
you taste like the sweetest strawberries and
you smell like spices and sleep.
my fingers go to trace the rise of your cheekbones and
i can feel you slowly slipping away.
i shut my eyes to hold onto you just a little longer.
but when i open them again
i'm in my bed,
alone.