There you are,
intruding upon my fantasies.
I see you lying there,
nothing covering your skin.
All revealed so I can see
the delicious torture of you.
My hands ache to feel you
gliding between the palms.
My tongue begging to taste
the salt of your skin.
To have you at my whim,
or to be at your command,
either way is good for me.
Just let me continue this dreamland endeavor
and allow me to wake in your arms.

© Johanna Fugitt 2017