in my dreams…you were mine.
your lips, your hands, your heart, your body…it was all mine.
i was there for you, as you were for me, i held you, i kissed you, i protected you…the ways i’ve done for so long in my mind and my fantasies…and it was beautiful.
i only remember bits and pieces though, simply that you were “home” waiting for me…you were excited to see me…you smiled…just so many little things.
i hated to wake up.
i’ve only had a taste…and even in dreams…it doesn’t compare to the delicacy of your lips against mine.