Sweet dreams or a beautiful nightmare

I see him in my sleep but I don't know his name. He reaches out and caresses me. I can hear his heart calling out to me, and yet I have know idea how to find him.

We have only met a few times, and those times were in darkness as I lay down to rest. I have never touched him in my waking hours, and yet in sleep I know his body and he knows mine.

The feelings of yearning, lust, and love, are so strong that sometimes I jump awake still shaken from the tidal waves of passion.

My lips have never tasted his, and yet in my dreams I know they taste like honey. My hands have never caressed his body, and yet in my dreams I know every scar and line on his body. My eyes have never stared into his, but in my dreams I can tell you they are of the deepest dark that you lose yourself in again, and again.

It is the nights that I long for as my days drag on. Counting down the time until I lay to rest so that we may be reunited.

To feel his touch in reality would be mind blowing ecstasy. To actually taste his lips so full of honey, would feel like a thousand deaths.

To feel his caresses during the waking hours, would be so powerful that I would drown in the sensations in hopes of not coming back up for air.

For he has no name as of yet, but to me he is already my soul mate, my lover, and friend combined.

With each dream it is more intense then the last, and I can't help but wonder if somewhere out there someone is having the same dreams about me, holding, caressing, loving, and touching them as only a true lover can do.