Laying down in bed,
Eyes closed in a dream.
Fantasies come calling,
Though real they seem.
Not believing I want you
After so much time has gone by.
Wanting your love and touch
So bad it makes me cry.
I want your gentle hands
On my shoulders rubbing my skin.
I want your soft kisses
As your finger tips up my chin.
I taste your tongue's caress
As it tangles erotically with mine.
Leaving my mouth to trail down my neck�
With me that would be fine.
I dream of you touching me
In the most intimate of ways.
Your fingers strum a song on my body.
I hum the melody it plays.
When you take me to the edge
And I feel ready to fall.
I wake up from my dream and realize
I am alone after all.
� Kathee Tschudy, July 31, 1997.
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