Closer in Dreams

I can feel your hands, fingerprint ridges
slide across tender skin. Musky, your scent
fills my nostrils, spins my world and ignites
those flames dormant from many nights alone.

Beneath a pile of blankets, I shiver
– not from the room’s chill but from heat
generated by each stroke you lavish
along the lines of thigh, belly and breast.

Your breath mingled with mine flavors our kiss;
no words pass between us, the unspoken
communicated in our shared rhythms
each parry and thrust countered with softness.

Pushed off the edge of wakeful, I begin
to drift closer in dreams – flush and sated.

~ Siobhan