Slumber

I woke up kissing you;

Remnants of a dream

still clinging to my lips,

lick-able and salty.

A touch from phantom hands

still lingering on my...

My fingertips still vibrating

from the sensational feel

of heated skin.

I am drowning in the fantasy,

lips parted.

Breath coming in slow, heavy whispers

to expose bare shoulders

from under the confinement of blankets.

The temperature has risen inside me

to a feverish climax

and I crave a cool breeze

to brush and excite my skin.

You've invaded my sleep

and upon waking

I only wish

to slumber

again.