Memories make me want you more.

Your fingers sprawling down my skin,
Every solitary executed deliberation of what
I am about to do to you makes me
Vigorous more.

My lips break heavily apart from the
Shuttering moans I let expose.

And you breathe on my neck.
The warmth makes me hotter than ever.

My hand gradually wanders down towards your pants.
I face you.

A kiss escapes from my tongue to yours.
Softy alongside yours, Progressing
this infatuation into real time.

One by one my clothing seems to
Depart onto the floor.

This passion is profound.








And then I woke up in a bitter sweat.