Blessed Dream

Such warmth given in view that begs within me to touch, to be touched. Not merely by flesh. Angelic long silken hair witch i could not resist the splendor of running my fingers through again and again. Your pleasure drenched eyes to our entwined flesh upon flesh. That soft true voice that stirs my every passion yet sooths my every worry. who is this dream, this desire. I feel all things poetic writers would say of love. Pleasure and frustration fused,the clenching of my nerves, my thoughts swirled like a stormy sea. In fear of loosing all belief i so desperately beg. Blessed dream be true.