I sit back
And press my body in the now warm sit,
Close my eyes
And dream.
Dream of running through clouds,
of our hands tangled together,
me telling you about all the stuff you missed,
you listening and every now and then staring at me.
If you're in the mood we cold tip toe to the moon,
with your hands in my,
as the starts align,
as our hearts rush,
for we are here.
Here dreaming of running through the clouds,
with my hands running up and down you warm body,
sitting in your warm lap,
moving every now and then my hips
only to feel you jolt under me.
Never would I have thought
of you to be this submissive.
Of wanting me to make you feel
like you have run a milion of stares,
with your breath that breaks every now and then.
While my hands rush to your clothes,
not wanting any barrer between us,
between our craving bodies,
that are lighten up, worked up, by this little touches.

"Do you want it?" he asks me,
"Yeah, I want you and
everything you have to give."
"Good girl" he replies.

Eyes opening,
alarm ringing,
waking up,
a bit pissed off.

Imagine his face amused
when I'll tell him
what I dreamt us doing.

"Dirty dreams, unknown stares"

© Gurpreet

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