The cool quiet of this winter night
by thoughts of you.
becomes one with the darkest of dreams.
Conjuring you up
over the miles
to show me what true possession feels like.
Dark imaginings of your skin pressed to mine
the play of your fingers
across my breasts
All of this
poured into decadent dreams
as desire saturates my mind.
A kaleidoscope of passion.
I am breathless with every thought I can summon.
Thoughts that become fantasies that become dreams
that are dark and dangerous and daring.
Full of delicious promise
that makes my skin dance
and my body tremble
with the heat of my arousal.
Dreams so real, so vivid
that I can feel the ridges and whirls
of your fingerprints
left across every inch of sacred flesh
and your scent
clinging to my skin as I wake
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