I am dreaming.
I am dreaming of your hands on my hips, my waist,
fingers grasping for closeness.
I am dreaming of your lips on my skin,
trailing along my collar bone, to my jaw,
the aromatic influence of wine on your breath.
I tip back the rest of my glass just as you release my hair from its bun,
sweeping it over my shoulder to taste my neck.
Inducing a shiver down my spine,
Your giggle undresses my inhibitions
As my eyes seize yours moments before lips crash.
And that’s when I wake up.
Mar 8, 2014
Mar 8, 2014 at 11:07 PM UTC
I am dreaming.
I am dreaming of your hands on my hips, my waist,
fingers grasping for closeness.
I am dreaming of your lips on my skin,
trailing along my collar bone, to my jaw,
the aromatic influence of wine on your breath.
I tip back the rest of my glass just as you release my hair from its bun,
sweeping it over my shoulder to taste my neck.
Inducing a shiver down my spine,
Your giggle undresses my inhibitions
As my eyes seize yours moments before lips crash.
And that’s when I wake up.
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