dreams of the night
In dreams of the night
She lay alone in her bed
Soft skin against soft sheets
Cotton, a caress as gentle
As his fingertips
Exploring peaks and swells
The ticklish part at her waist
Luscious hips, the crease
Toward lower lips
The moistness demonstrating
Her readiness as
His fingers slide deep
She sighs as his slow strokes
Stir wanting
In dreams of the night
She lay alone in her bed
But he feels her too.
promisesunshine 
Beautiful. HOT. Romantic. Sigh-worthy. Sad.
I understand those dreams.
Excellent weaving of words, SweetC.!
I’m smiling…and damp.
HUGS! 🙂
epic comment there. 🙂
my muses rule,
This is a great poem and I do know how those dreams feel as well.
This is Ruth from Xanga and I am now following you. I feel better now knowing so many from Xanga are here.
yeouch.
you do kind of have a knack. 🙂
a nookie knack?
I was thinking a nicknack paddywhack. Why do I have the sudden urge to write naughty nursery rhymes?
Just to be clear, I said knack, not nook. Nor a nook with a cook book.
give a dog a bone?
leave it to old men. 😀
good grief. you might have mentioned this one, meaning i wish you had, but i found it as lovely sexy surprise. *fanning self* ok. now i need a cold shower. 😛