Where will we meet

Where do they come from.

These thoughts of you, of your mind, of your flesh, of the delicious, wet, hungry, willing surrender you feel almost as much as I crave. How does it begin in the darker corners of my mind. That need for you, that faint tickling of your presence when I’m alone.

You whom I’ve know all my life. Whose taste has filled my mouth, and soft scent has twisted my thoughts. How is it we’ve never met, but my desire hardens when I close my eyes and just feel what’s right with this world. With a deep breath in, feel you against my body, and see the sparkle in your eye that is our magic.

That melts me in a tender moment, and drives a primal carnal reaction of lust and wanton need in a dark corner together while the band plays and our world exists in only our fingers and lips.

You whose body was meant for mine, whose life has worked the mind to need our connection as I much as mine needs yours - an addiction to a drug not yet taken, a hunger not yet sated.

How do I know you so well?

Dream I have only half remembered, vision barely seen.