I'm Dreaming Of You

I'm dreaming of your hands slaving over my  body,. Your arms laying the love down. your kisses, finding my fragrant cleavage. leaving a print, right at the point of no return. I'm dreaming of  being painfully yours, starched and creased dry cleaned, violently flipped like eggs over easy. heated, until I pop like grease on an old skillet. I'm dreaming of you writing long love stories, with your tongue on my belly write below my navel and beauty mark. In the spot I said I would never let anyone touch. I'm dreaming of you Adam, brushing the leaves from my crouch, snapping my skin, until it feels like spandex in your fingers. You slapping me on the back side, scaring me into womanhood. keeping me in puberty where I can flex my hormones. I'm dreaming of you Your biceps and coconut oil your lips and peanut butter thighs and neck bones. I'm dreaming of us and whoopee just us, lovemaking, that spins like tornadoes, that hits hard like hurricanes, over and over again until we bring Armageddon to anyone who dares to intervene. I'm dreaming of  you and me climaxes climbing, trudging up a hill , like the little train that could because in my dreams we could, we could choo! choo! choo! all the way there! we could choo! choo! choo! until we blow the lid right off of heaven, and damn our bodies for wanting it so much In my dreams we are the language of kamasautra mangled, and abstract.  In my dreams their is only you in virtual reality, doing kung fu naked, blind folded on a rotating floor. sweating like that on the back of black neck. which drips from your finger tips, down to my hips my hips I'm dreaming of me and you and love potion number 9 so why should I wake up?written for my husband who makes me feel this way. Written November 16th, 2001 © on Nov 16 2001 11:09 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10