You spoke to me of dreams

I dream of being in bed with you baby, of seeing your face come close to me as you kiss me.

I dream of your kisses, your lips on me. Of your hands, arms, your strength surrounding me.

I dream of letting go in your arms and knowing that you will be there, hold me, catch me, torture me.

I dream of your voice, your words as they push me to the edge and then your free fall with me.

I dream of a night full of loving, exhausted sleep and a dawn of more.

I dream of sleeping in your arms, listening to you breath, feeling your warmth.

I dream of wrapping my arms around you, holding you close, loving you more.

I dream of all of you, head to toe, front, back and in between.

But, mostly baby, I just dream of you.