I picture his fingers
.           lightly dusting over my body
.                    like a feather....  in every curve.

.                          Caressing my every imperfection
.                                  as if I were completely irresistible

.                    I imagine the kisses as pure and honest  
.               as sweet dripping honey,
.                      luscious and inviting, sweet.

.                       Our embrace is graceful, tender,  
.                              thoughtful; delicately wrapping  
.               like a satin fabric
.                       lingering quietly draped
                                                      so so soft............
.                                               ­                    I imagine