I came into his arms, gladly, 
loving the way his arms enfold me; 
anxiously, I anticipate his kiss; 
he knows what I want, knows I need this… 
As his hands glide over my body…
Hypnotic… 
Was the feeling of it.


Our lips touch, barely, soft as a whisper, 
Tingling my senses… 

Lover… 
His tongue traces the shape of my lips 
as fingers seek the warmth between my legs… 
My eyes close shut, envisioning 
every crevice of his body positioning 
itself between my legs… 


Then comes this passion, 
The feeling of how the hell can this be happening? 
The want of more; 
the trembling; the want to explore, 
the depth of feeling we create; 
loving how my body shakes… 


Then blackness; 
this welcomed darkness 
envelopes me, holds me prisoner; 
I could stay here forever… 


Then I wake up to find 
that my lover had not left me behind, 
but that I was in his arms and he gladly 
Kisses me, as his arms enfold me…