Dreaming Awake...

so many dreams
i am awake
His hands lead
His to take

thunder rolling
across the sea
lightning flashes
from Him to me

a touch, a look
a whisper...air
a kiss, a breath
a dream to share

His grasp is tight

He enters quick
my back is arched
our bodies slick

He knows me now
He feeds my want
my craving desire
a teasing taunt

denial when
need overwhelms
and patience calls
to other realms

but here at last
in night's drawn dark
He traces 'round
a strawberry mark

His breath is hot
His words of lust
in hands so strong
i place my trust

my body His
a canvas pale
with fingerstips
He marks a trail

passion never
wanes or fades
when words are pulling
down the shades

and in the shadows
we create
my lust is His
to tease or sate...

 Emily