Daydreaming

My fantasies of you and I are vivid.
It's like a 3D movie.
 Only I can hear, taste, smell, and feel you.
These dreams of us are sensual, almost sexual.
I like to pretend I'm undressing you, caressing you in places I can only imagine being soft and pleasant.
Or hard.
 I'll kiss you gently, passionately, and all so tenderly.
The taste of you is a sweet, bitter sin.
 Your aroma is like heaven's garden, it's mesmerizing.
 Almost like a spell, it's hypnotizing.
In my dreams I've fantasized of us standing close, so close together our hearts beats together as one.
 Your breath is on my neck, your hands are on my skin and your lips are pressed against mine.
Then as soon as we become one, and we're about to reach the golden gates, someone wakes me. You're no longer beside me, but I can feel where you've been.
I can still smell your scent and I can still taste your skin.
 I feel guilty sometimes when you come around me, as if I have somehow taking advantage of you in my mind.
 But when I close my eyes, and we're hand in hand, our flesh against one another again.
When we're lying here staring each other in the eyes.
Coming in sync with each other. I no longer feel guilty.
 Because at that moment when I close my eyes.
 I am yours and you are mine.

©defineher