You come to me in my slumber.
I see your form before me.
The outline of your frame.
Light surrounds you.
I need to taste your lips.
To feel the quiver.
Quick breaths.
I need your flesh.
Yet you stand waiting.
I know you want it too.
In this dream.
You still need me.
To tell you it will be fine.
All the desire and passion.
Needing me, you wait.
I pull you down onto me.
A want that is overwelming.
To smell your scent.
Kiss your face.
Needing you grows.
The flavor of your nectar.
Shaking that feels familiar.
A moan that knows me.
Depth that pushes on, and on.
Slow roar builds inside.
Then I give it my all.
I go and go inside.
Deep inside.
Until you pulse for me.
You tremble.
Then, only then, we collapse.
© Jeph Rants
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