Dream Life

                                           I want your body pressed up against my heart. I want your hands spreading my thoughts, Lingering over the curves of my passions, gripping my hopes, stroking my opinions, and cupping my desires. I want your soul breathing heavily against my collarbones. I want your thoughts nibbling on my ears, your passions pressed against my lips, your hopes naked on my skin, your opinions hard under my hands and your desires... I want your desires letting out soft little moans against my soul. I want you.

                                       I want routine with you. I want waking up in a morning to the sun shining or the rain pouring with you, I want home  with you. I want late night tv and too much to drink with you. I want slow dancing in our living room. in our house, in our home with you. I want you.