You Take Me — December 21, 2017
My sleep is a helpless competitor against the dreams of us. No matter how eager my slumber, the dreams of you grab me and command me. No matter how deep the sleep, you enter my mind and take control.
I wake at this moment thick and breathing deep, wanting you so as the dream undress and take me. There is no control left for me, except to roll one way or the other as the blood commands, to ensure that every part of you, every breathe from your, envelops and enraptures me.
So far away you are, intensifying the dream’s magic. Intensifying what one day will be real. Intensifying the vividness of what is not an illusion of sleep, but the preview of a passionate reality that awaits.