Dream

I dream of the luscious touch of your lips on my lips,
my supple figure sensually squeezed in your arms.
I dream of your firm yet delicate grasp on my hips
and lose all reason, intoxicated by your charms.

I dream of counting all the muscles on your body
with my eager inquisitive wandering fingers.
I dream of baring your carnal secrets and beauty
while all around the feeling of desire lingers.

I dream of pressing my body tightly against yours
in the ultimate joint, staring into your eyes blue.
I dream of all this, but that’s all I can do, of course,
because none of it is likely to ever come true.