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| Early Morning Gloom I sit alone In the Early morning gloom. My thoughts are Jumbled but they Return over and over To you. Behind my Closed lids, My mind holds A picture of you, Vivid. I can see all the Beautiful details Of your body. I can feel The weight of Your breasts In my hands, Your nipple Hardening against my thumb. I can almost taste Your mouth and Feel your breath On my lips. The silkiness Of your hair Trails across Both our faces. The heat of our bodies Radiates around us; Your lips on my neck, I feel the Moisture of Your mouth. The heat of your Hands against my back. Your lips trailing Down Between my Breasts. My hands are lost In your hair, As I arch My back, Pulling you closer. The heat, Throbbing between my Legs, Shifting, Searching for friction, Release. A noise breaks through. My eyes Snap open and My dream Closes. I lose you in the Early morning gloom. I sigh deeply, Restless now, An ache in my heart And An ache hidden, Known only to me, Leftover from the dream Of you. I smile secretly, You know how, Waiting for tonight, For one dream I know will come true. |
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