Erotica

Another day gone in history with no remarkable print in history to be remembered by. Night time, the only time I get the opportunity for that five minutes of sweet escape. In my mind, visions of you, me, us is as real as the bed I lie on. That five minutes when I can actually taste your sweet dark chocolate taste with no reservation, no shame just euphoria. Strong, dark and powerful with the feel of individuality. Authenticity describes that which I savour mixed with a good helping of originality making reality seem dull. Heighten senses as awareness of the surreal becomes real. Pleasure to touch even for the briefest moments of lips that might never know each other. Intense rush of emotions I cannot describe as we inter twine as one only for a second. Seconds which leaves satisfied feelings for a life time. Your voice which is only audible to me, ever caressing places the flesh has never been before with words so deep, it draws tears to my eyes. My soul craving more of you, these feelings, fulfilment. Lost within moments as sleep steals me away from you once more. We shall meet again when the night comes once more.