daydreams, scene 142

I dream of your skin.

Your touch.

Your face.
I dream in color, and it’s full and smooth and sweet and wet.
I dream of our mouths together, holding each other tight.
Our hands touching, tongues tasting.
I dream of our breath exchanging,
perfectly syncing the ebb and flow.
I dream of feeling you slide inside me.
Like waves rushing over my skin, we perfectly collide.
Sweet and salty.

You’re the oceans break I’ve been waiting for.
And I’m begging you to pull me further in.
Every night…
I dream of you.

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