Dream Poem by Nikia Tate

If I close my eyes tight enough as I fantasize, I can almost feel you here. Next to me, exchanging energy as your fingers barely trace the arch in my back. Chills run through me, ah, what pleasure you give if only in my imagination. Lips brush my shoulder, nose caresses my cheek. My spirit made whole as I am who you seek. I open my eyes to find you're not there, sleep finds me in you arms, and I pray that dream you share.