I dreamt of you.
And I wake today, half lucid, wet and wanting you in my bed. I want you here, pinning the top of my thighs down with the top of yours, rendering me helpless to do nothing but open myself; to arch my spine and welcome you into me.
You into me. A juxtaposition of fervor and tenderness. You and me, One.
I close my eyes and I taste your tongue.
I close my eyes and I smell your skin.
I close my eyes and hear your song of love.
I close my eyes and weave my body within yours.
Your presence never leaves me; it is ever within and around. Your fingers imprint my heart; your mind consumes mine; my body aches for your salve. You surround me, warming my empty sheets.
My god, if only! I would never let you leave my bed.
Amy O'Hana is a writer and a teacher. Find her and other posts like this one on the web at amyohana.com