The Blush – Love, Sex & Poetry Collection (Repost)

The dream I had about you last night made me blush. It almost was as if you were actually there touching me, holding me, loving me. I savored each moment with you. I hung on to each touch of your hand and the sweet caress of your kisses.

Just as my body filled with the rush of passion from your touch I opened my eyes and looked at the ceiling.  It was then I realized it was only a dream and I was not with you. Filled with disappointment I looked at the clock. It flashed 1:00am. I was wide awake with nothing but you on my mind. I tossed and turned restlessly as if to banish the demon from within and release the tension that was now in my body. I looked at the clock. It flashed 2:30am. I was still wide awake and you were still on my mind.            

Filled with a rush of excitement I knew the only way for me to get some rest and sleep was for me to finish what you started in the dream. And, I allowed my body to release to my touch as I thought about you. I thought about your hands as soft and gentle as they are big. I thought your voice as deep as it is sweet to my ear. I thought about your eyes and way they glisten when you look at me. Finally the moment was here and I felt the wave of desire push out of me into the universe and travel to you. With heighten excitement I whispered your name.            

It was 3:30am and I was still restless. Thoughts of you making love to me made me blush. As I started to drift off to sleep, I remembered our last embrace and anticipated our next hello. I fell peacefully back to sleep looking forward to seeing you again in my dreams.            

(C) 2010 Linda A. Long – All Rights Reserved            
       


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This short seem to be the perfect item to repost today given I had a very restless night last night. I’ve been up since 1:00am filled with anxiety about a neck issue I am having but also having very sexy thoughts. I never thought sex and anxiety went together. But, last night they did.

Photo Credit:
Lluís Ribas 1949 | Spanish Luminist Figurative Painter – Nude Portrait

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