Dream Time

The dream comes back to me in flashes. A hotel room, I can’t tell which one…

I awake, heart pounding, breathing hard. I lie still, concentrating hard. I’m confused. I can feel you still on my skin, taste you in my mouth, smell you. But I can’t be with you – I’m sure I’m at home.  I keep my eyes closed hanging on to the sensations, feeling the throbbing between my legs subside: the warm moistness of my desire seeping down through my lips.  I lay still and listen intently – no it is not your breathing I hear – I do not feel the heat that I know comes off you in waves. I’m at home, in the one bed I never imagine you in.

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