Love and Passion for poetry lovers

Love and Passion You know I see you... posting pictures, its a still frame, yet I can see your hair blowing in the breeze. I see the light shine just right as I reach into my mind, open up your book and read. Im under water speaking out your words like they are my own and in this dream I am looking past the air bubbles to the pucker of your lips... to everything that floats into place just right. I have this feeling that brings me alive inside. I have this feeling coursing through my veins and if waking up means letting it all go then I say let this dream never end. Let this dream be real. Im turning back the pages to the parts that turn me on. Everything about you is perfect, right down to the way your nipple presses through your shirt. I read the words sensual, sexy, and handsome as I see your lips type them out... as they stretch engorging me all up. You choke , gag and spit the words kinky, loving, and fucking beautiful as I look down and melt into your eyes. As I squeeze your shoulders and run my hands down your back and rub the hell out of your ass. Its my dream and Im seeing your picture come to life. Its my dream and we share it. Now the water is boiling and in my mind Im spinning. My lips are grinning and my big mushroom head is swelling. I could go on describing this but these feelings just fragment and tear as the buttons pop off. These feelings are much greater than this and I just dont give it justice. What Im saying is I dont want to feel myself with anyone else. I dont want to wake up and not have you there, not have those lips to kiss. I fall back into my imaginary book and read these words as your fingers gently trace down my neck... as I wake and the book breaks apart. RJ Inspired