I’m going to bed, feeling lost and sad, wishing you were here with me. My sleep has been full of dreams about you lately.
I dream of your body against mine; your skin glistening with sweat sliding on mine.
I dream about our legs entangled, our hands traveling along our bodies, our heavy breathing while you pound merciless in me.
I dream about your hands on my breasts, gently squeezing them, preparing them for your mouth.
I dream about your voice whispering sweet nothing in my ear, the weight of your body on mine.
I want you so badly.