there's was you.
then was me.
Stormy night as always.
rather odd for a dream.
and it's all the same.
we'd meet in this little shack in the middle of the desert late at night.
miles away from home.
I must have dreamt of this a million times.
and every time it was you.
the same black and red lingerie.
the same black cherry lipstick.
the same black with silver hair.
the same piercing blue eyes in the dark.
the same alluring glow.
the same touch on my shoulder.
the same kiss to my back to make me ache.
your porcelain pale snowy white skin.
the touch that felt more than a touch.
the kiss that felt more than a kiss.
the positions endless as they played out we were more than friends.
more than just acquaintances.
we are lovers played out in a fantasy world.
paid and pleaded to do what lovers do.
in the end it always spelled out love.
kisses felt like honey.
touches that melted me in ways so sensual.
I tried not to like it.
but your lipstick stained lips spelled disaster for me.
gasping.
moaning.
you left the breath right out of me.
my lips ravage you over and over.
my hands playing games they shouldn't.
my dick feeling things it shouldn't.
but the sounds of your moans were like music to me.
you were the siren I wanted for the last time.
the last seduction.
your kiss still linger on me.
sometimes awake I still feel it.
like it was never a dream.
like the reasons why I'm blush red in the morning are still there.
like the feel of the fever still aches to be.
like the taste of you never left.
like my breath heavy still fogged up your glasses.
like your lingerie strap still lingers.
like my kiss still melts you in different ways.
like my fingers still dance inside you.
like the storm still rages.
and the kiss is not only a kiss.
and this dream is not only a dream.
but just a exploit of lust waiting to become true.
©darkmocha
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