Dreamer

Heated, liquid golden sun falling on upturned cheeks
Tears warm as blood on my lips

And I dream

Of his hands...of his eyes...of his lips
Finding me, holding me, ensnaring me
in a net woven of love and hunger
Hunger that is the center of humanity
Instinct and drive
Distilled in parted mouth and thrusting hips
Fire that consumes
Leaves a phoenix in its wake
Tear drops, gem drops, lemon drops
Abstraction and thirst

And I dream

Smoothness, like honey and clover against my ear
This is his voice, coming in velvet darkness
Pebbled, roughness a thousand tickles on my knee
This is his tongue, seeking my crevices and hideaways
Coarse, crackling beneath a touch, curling against my palm
This is his hair under my hand
Silky, softness of unexplored and strange delights
This is is cock, cradled in my loving hands

And I dream

Body moving of its own volition
Molten wave after wave
of red haze and roar of something grand in my ear
A swirling pattern that is vast
A circle of birth and rebirth with me at its center
There is no time, only us

And I dream

Spent, aching, suffused with languor
My arms reaching out to what is not there
Phantom lover, words floating in my mind
Buzz of a distant voice half forgotten in my ears

Heated, liquid golden sun falling on upturned cheeks
Tears warm as blood on my lips

I can only dream...