Fever Dreams

Stubbled beard on inner thighs

In fevered dreams I moan and sigh

Your fingers trace across my skin

Though you’re not here, you’re only in

My lust-filled mind imagining

The taste of you tasting me

My body heated trembling

As fingers play where you had been

In the dream from which I’ve awakened

Wishing you were there again

I close my eyes to look into yours

My ears strain to hear your words

Whispered in my mind as I slept

The tingling feelings that have kept

Me up so late with thoughts of you

Between dreams and imaginings

I’m aching to know if you kiss

The way that I imagine you do

~ aurora winddancer

September 22, 2020

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Aurora Victoria WindDancer

Poet, Priestess, Songwriter, Singer, Mother, Mystic, Magician, Music Maker, Tantric, Teacher, Student, Aspiring Author, Playwright-In-The-Making, Ritualist, Thespian, and writer of esoteric musings about Life, Love, The Universe, and why people do the strange things we do.

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