The Blush ~ Love, Sex and Poetry

The Blush
By: Linda A. Long

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 1:30am. 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 the warmth I see in your beautiful blue 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 the curve of your face and look forwward to our next hello. I fell peacefully back to sleep looking forward to seeing you again in my dreams.
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