I am dreaming of you right now

I am dreaming of you right now - you're here!
How that miracle can be, well, don't ask me?
But you flew to my side, held and kissed me,
Undressed us both slowly enough to drive me mad,
And then began on me. Oh you girl, you!

I am lying right here, I've opened myself to you.
You have my clit caught perfectly between
One finger and a working, working tongue.
My head's back - don't know if I can take this -
But if I look down I can see yours, your hair,
Oh the wonderful, musky, baby-smell of it
When you nestled to me, a bare dream ago!
I want to watch you lick me, to see a string
Of your saliva mixing with my love-wetness!
I want to see those bright eyes look up,
And there's a flash of recognition and of love,
A hint of wickedness, as you know too well
What it is you do to me at times like these!
Now in my dream I feel a finger press
And trace a zig-zag track upon my labia,
Until you find - right there! - the yielding place
That you are searching for. Don't' stop!
For heaven's sake don't stop, my little lover!
So yes! Oh you press into me, on with the search.
You're touching everywhere you can,
Just to see what gives me pleasure, and you too!
Every square millimetre of me down there
Is aching, sensitive, needing to be touched,
And so I feel you bring another finger to the work!

In my dream, you bring your sex right to my face!
I how I have longed for this all dreary day!
The scent of you is maddening, makes me drunk,
So beautiful, so natural, one hundred percent woman.
The flood of your own wetness can't be stopped,
And I am trying to catch it on my tongue and lips,
To bathe my cheeks in it, to mat my hair against my face,
So that afterwards your fine aroma stays with me
And lingers through the coming week! Oh I'm mad!
I know I'm mad, but it is love that stuns my reason -
Love for you alone! My arms are thrown around you,
I am half-lifting myself, half-pulling you down,
So I can meet my tongue to your softness, your sex.
You are so beautiful. You are so perfect here.
Just let me, let me lick and lick, match lick for lick
With what you are doing to me. Let me suck in
Your gorgeous clit, and tease it with my tongue.
I do it, do it, do it, and you start to moan.
I can't close my eyes to this, the wonderful sight
Of the depths of your body, your pink lips,
The rim of your vagina, and look up there -
Achingly vulnerable, the brown star of your other opening!

I dream that we are cumming - my mind spells it so,
Among words of love we whisper and shout,
We call each other's name, and give tongue
To words that would shock us elsewhere.
As I write this, I feel that earthquake in me!
You do this thing to me! You and only you! Yes!
Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes, my love - you rip me!
It hammers though me! I love you, I love you so!
And so you leave me trembling, shattered, done.

I dream we lie together, safe in each other's arms,
My eyes gaze into yours, yours into mine, loving.
Little kisses to reassure, our own taste on each other's lips.
Oh will you really come to me, my perfect girl?
I am not much to look at, but my heart is true,
I have a full and female kit of parts - they all work!
They should not be left idle, they are for you to use them.
But if you only come in dreams, gliding in
On some rare astral plane, that is still something -
Something rare and wonderful, to be celebrated,
To be acknowledged, to be enjoyed, right in my heart,
Right in the pit of my existence, right here in my sex.
In my dreams I look straight at you, and tell you honestly
How much, and yes how deeply, I adore and love you!