I dream mostly of small sensations.

Like kissing your palm

As your fingers, brush my cheek.

Or rubbing my feet against yours

When we are lying in bed.

Or the sound of your breathing

When you are sleeping.

Or the way you smile

When you get playful.

You are like my favorite cat—

Only without a big fur coat...

And about five feet taller.

And, with two strong arms,

And two strong legs,

And a strong body,

And lips I could die for!

My man, purr for me—

I prowl the Earth for you.

 

© 2008 Sara Coslett