Her Dreams of Him

Her Dreams Of Him

Once this woman loved a man she knew so much,

and she was constantly feeling him day and night.

She secretly feel in love with him and because of the thoughts

of him that would run through her head,

her smile she wore was always really bright.

She had a smile in her heart, for her love for him was so very intense.

She would always fantasize about him,

because being with him was all that made any sense.

She would dream about him night and day, and want to be with him so bad,

But she settled for the few stolen moments that she could find,

because it was all that she had.

But she kept her dreams close to her heart, and her dreams were always so real.

That when she would dream the dreams that she would have of him,

she could really reach out and feel.

Feel her hand run across his chest, her lips down his neck, and down to meet her hands,

She could feel the energy run through her like lightning as her lips

explored the rest of his body, until she brought out the beast in the man.

She could feel his arms reach for her, as the intensity built in him,

and the need for her aroused him.

Like a tigress in the woods, after her prey,

she slowly climbed up over him, softly kissing him, all the way up,

and then after she got there, on the lips, in the light so dim.

The silhouettes of their bodies danced with the heat of passions in the dim of the night. She reaches around and sinks the tips of her fingers in his manly thighs,

as the pleasures peak starts to center just right.

Her man is starting to feel the pressure to.

He screams out her name and wraps both palms flat

of each sides of her face, and then neck,

and then back to her face as he feels

like the pressure of the pleasure will blow him into.

At the same time, she feels every nerve in her body scream his name.

Her eyes widen, her pulse quickens, the sensation explodes inside her...

Her fluids mingle with his, and his with hers, until they become one in the same.

She falls down on the bed to the side, he rolls over, still winded,

and throw his arms around her gasping body.

And as they fall into the slumber of sleep, her wrapped tightly, happy, safe, in his arms,

The alarm would go off, and she would wake up facing the morning alone,

only to realize it was all just a dream, and all she can do is dream about his charms.

And once again she faces another day without him, know that he'll probably never be hers, but if dreams is all she can get, then that is better than nothing at all.

Apr 07,2006

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