Waking up from heated dreams.
my sheets are soaked through
sit up straight, take a drink.
live the moment through again ….
You’re here and I’m venturing
across the bed
to where you are
all heaven and hell, demon and saint.
Your hands are waiting to take me in
sultry and sensitive
teasing, enticing
I’m licking your fingertips
making my way to your waiting palm.
You’re one more thing that I can’t have
Too far, too near,
I’m blistering in the need to be
the one you come to when you need to …
come.
I’m vying for that position to be …
running through your ice cold veins
demanding to be …
who you call for during your adrenaline rush,
the song you sing like a bedtime psalm.
Pray a little harder, drink a little more.
I’m not blushing, still standing by …
holding your gaze ‘til you find the time …
to let me finish this tortured dream
be the one who’s there when you wake …
the water in the night you’re desperate to drink.
You look to your left but it’s not me,
so you lay back down and close your eyes
our fingers lace as I see you again …
soaked sheets and sweaty fingertips,
linked together in our separate dreams.