Real Dreams (Synchronicity)

Gentle hands cupped behind my neck,
pull me forward to meet your mouth,
lips touch.

Soft and smooth, tongues gently probing.
Light nips, pulse quickens, ecstasy,
a kiss.

Hold me, touch me, take me away,
to a place I have never been,
heaven.

Feelings of pure pleasure aroused,
a journey I hope never ends,
dream land.

Rose petals randomly scattered
on satin sheets, a lovers bed,
for us.

Skin against skin, heat radiates,
two bodies are covered with sweat,
don't stop.

Eyes open, the room is empty,
I am tangled in satin sheets,
alone.

Was this all just a dream of love,
imagined fantasy by me,
or real?

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Eight three-line stanzas, syllable pattern 8/8/2, unrhymed. Written with a twist to be revealed in the last two stanzas.
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