I imagine our love making

Do you ever have waking dreams, 

thinking about the future...

I was with you in our home, 

dreaming about our kitchen 

dim after a candlelight dinner, 

the smells of the cooking  

still lingering, pans on the stove..

Our goblets on the granite butcher block, 

wine half-finished in our rush

with tomorrow's leftovers, 

our dishes placed on the counter 

next to the deep farmers sink for later,

as we had gone to our bedroom

not to sleep but to make love... 

I imagine our love making, 

our bodies woven together, 

moving together, in rhythm, 

feeling myself inside you,

my fingers touching you, 

urging you to orgasm,

to a moment of release...

Your back arches, rising,

our lips, our tongues exploring, 

the words, "harder, faster", 

bubble around your tongue, 

moans of release, climax, a cascade

of pleasure, as you collapse with me, 

sweating in ecstacy...

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