I feel your breath upon
my neck and your soft
voice urging me to
touch you deeply as
you breathlessly ask
if i love you.
You are hungry for
my touch, hungry for
my lips to taste your
soul and hear your
heart as it softly
whispers my name.
Tasting you on my lips,
savoring the memory of
your touch – realizing
that this dream was
a moment long ago.
Now awake . . .
with a question –
do you hunger for
my touch and
my lips as much
as I hunger for you?
I am insatiable and
you are memorable.