I feel you close.

It’s just a dream

But it feels so real.

Your breath is on the back of my neck

Your lips press lightly

I shiver with delight.

Your arms draw me close

Pull me tight

Turn me round.

Your lips now on mine

Open

Wet.

Probing tongues

But not too much

Just right.

This is nice.

More tired than aroused

Arms and legs entwined

Content to drift off

I melt into you

And sleep tight.

Relephant:

When We Meet. {Poem}

Author: Hilda Carroll

Editor: Renee Picard

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