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
Between dreams and imaginings
The tingling feelings that have kept
Me up so late with thoughts of you
I’m aching to know if you kiss
The way that I imagine you do
~ aurora winddancer
September 22, 2020
Words Dancing On The Wind 