Is it bad, that I imagine kissing your lips at night?
Sometimes, I dream of their soft touch, warm
Blushed flesh
That burns close and hot.
I imagine your feverish breath
Will whisper my name
And gently rustle my hair.
Imagine, pulling you close to me,
Our hearts racing like a glistening horse
Pounding along the beach.
I bask in your radiance, and you lap up
All of my light
Until your arms and fingers and hair
Are entwined in mine, and I fall asleep in a pool of your heat.
When morning breaks, clear and fresh,
My bed is always cold,
And every morning, I always wonder
Why I am so surprised.