Sweet Dreams
I can feel his hand in mine. It's strong and warm and comforting. I can feel his other hand tracing the line of my spine down my back, his touch so light as if I were going to break. I can feel his leg between mine, trying to get his body as close as humanly possible to me. It is not a sexual moment, just a sweet intimate one. I can feel him looking at me, and I know that look. The look of admiration, the look of cloud nine, the look of when your staring at the only person in the world you'd want to be looking at at that very moment. I can feel his lips give me a kiss on the forhead as I snuggle closer on his chest. I can smell a faint trace of cologne, it sweet and spicy but manly. I can hear the strong rythmic beat of his heart lullying me to sleep. I feel content, happy even.....
and then I wake up. I have no idea who this man was. I never saw his face, I never heard his voice, no words were spoken...but somehow this short meager dream made me feel insatiably content...and I am smiling. So now after I write this down so I won't forget....I am going to snuggle back up with my comforter and hopefully drift back to this wonderful escape from the cold reality of an empty bed. God I love sweet dreams.....
and then I wake up. I have no idea who this man was. I never saw his face, I never heard his voice, no words were spoken...but somehow this short meager dream made me feel insatiably content...and I am smiling. So now after I write this down so I won't forget....I am going to snuggle back up with my comforter and hopefully drift back to this wonderful escape from the cold reality of an empty bed. God I love sweet dreams.....