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I spent this morning asleep
dreaming versions of you.
And, I have to tell you,
we kissed.
God, it was fantastic.
Even awake, I can still feel your warmth,
the first soft touch of your lips
against mine. The gorgeous pressure
and waiting.
Your eyes.
The raw, dumb gravity.
The way we were almost lost,
hanging there, not breathing
until we needed to.
Beginning to move.
The ecstacy of being
so heavy and slow,
like worlds forming.
Planets colliding.
The blood and adrenaline.
Your hands,
one in mine, the other
holding the small of my back.
A fierce knot,
and me softly touching
your skin.
Your skin.
That same skin
and heaven.
The giving up of self.
Time and the world
told eloquently
and in no uncertain terms
to fuck off.
It lasted forever.
It was a moment.
You should have been there.