Toward spring

If I close my eyes and pause the music I can hear you talking in your sleep. I can smell your scent in the sheets, your salty moist warmth beside me. I can imagine biting your lower lip, gently kissing your ear. I can hear your arousal – clearly, vividly. How I push you against the shower wall, how the water molds us into one being. I can still feel your body waiting to embrace me, how my excitement increases as you place your hands, tongue, eyes on my wanting body. Having been loved by you gives me comfort, puts me to sleep into tender dreams (of hope).