The Strangest Dream Part II

So on the heels of my strange dream, I wrote a little something up:

I feel your weight upon me, your arm around my waist, hand splayed over my belly;
pulling me close. The other hand slides slowly up my thigh, over my hip, playing lightly over my skin, traveling up up, over my shoulder; pushing my hair away from my neck. Your lips press down, just there, moist. Warm breath. Then the hand down my arm, tingling skin. Your fingers link with mine. Our legs entwined. A sigh escapes, your name coming softly from my lips, as sleep takes me, locked in your embrace.

Bright blessings,

Surry