A glimpse. Lips curve in a shy smile. Later...you sit in your room;dreaming,hoping that you'll see him again. You close you eyes and his image forms in front of you. His dark hair and warm,liquid brown eyes...so emotional. You crave his touch,even though his hands have never touched you. The feel of his lips on yours,even though he's never kissed you. You need him even though ou know nothing of his heart or soul. You want him even though your body knows nothing of his. As yu drift off to the land of story book romances and happily-ever-afters, his husky voice echoes in your mind. And you feel the gentle touch of his hand as he traces the ouline of your lips. For a moment there is nothing. Then you feel a soft,cool,and wanting touch As his mouth brushes yours. The last thing you remember is the sound of his silky,sweet,sexy,smooth voice whispering good night my lovely lady....
Reason for writing:
Its mainly about dreaming ...
Birth sign: Capricorn
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