Every morning the daydream is the same. The touching of the skin, my fingertips running down your body, the thrusting of the hips, the locking of the lips. Your nails in my back, digging till my skin is red. The groping of body parts, baby I know you like it hard. Me exploring your body with my tongue, and you biting me till I'm numb. In a body sweat and mist, all I'm concerned about is the passion of your kiss.
You make it hard to breathe even with out touch.
At night the daydream is something else. When I lay in my bed I think of you waiting there for me. Waiting there for me to grab your hand, and I do. Cuddling, you laying on my chest and kiss good night occurs. I go on my way to the dream world content.
I'm touching this keyboard at the moment the way I wish to be touching you.
It's raining beautifully right now, and I think it's for you.
You are an endless source of many pleasant day dreams.
 niatsu · Mon Jul 27, 2009 @ 07:32pm · 0 Comments |
