Your Lips

My love…

I've been dreaming of your lips lately. Dreaming of them pressing against my own as we hold each other, arms and legs atangle…

Dreaming of how they'll feel against my neck… under my chin… my shoulders… my chest…

Feeling them brush my ear as you exhale, your hot breath sending cold chills down my spine…

Dreaming of the look you'll give me as you lift my hand to them, giving my fingertips a gentle kiss…

How they'll feel… how they'll look as you wrap them around two of those fingers, your eyes still locked onto mine…

Dreaming of kissing them again as you push my hand back down, gently but insistently… guiding it to your chest… down to your belly… down and down…

How they'll move, once again pressed against my own, when my hand finally reaches your intended destination…

Dreaming of what shape they'll make as I pull back to watch you, our eyes locking again for just a moment before you close them…

What sounds will pass through them as my fingers continue their work… your breath finally catching in your throat as quakes run through your body…

Dreaming of how they'll feel as you set about to even the score…

How you'll press them against my own again a moment later… before you rest your head on my shoulder…

And we'll lay there, tangled, skin warm against skin, holding each other tightly as the world fades slowly away, our breathing becoming deep and steady as we drift off to sleep…

Gosh, but I do love those sweet, beautiful lips…

And I do love you, my sweet, beautiful lady… So lovely and kind.

Pleasant dreams, my love.

I love you.

Yours.