You are mine.

I dreamt about your touch,
but I didn’t really sleep.
I dreamt about your fingers,
I dreamt about them deep.
I felt you on my skin
felt your passion rise.
I gave myself to you
and watched me in your eyes.
I dreamt about your warmth,
I dreamt about your need
I felt desire rise,
as I took your essence seed.
I dreamt about the moment
felt you in my mind,
touched your wandering soul
and told him you are mine.

Karen Hayward ©2016