Poetic Dreams

Loneliness is tempting she thought
When alone her world opens up
Time alone in her solitude leaves her space to think, only thoughts of him rush in like ocean water to the shore
Her skin starts to flush, her eyes to water
She becomes dizzy and her hands began to wonder
Wondering if the heat in her face has spread through out her temples trying to focus her energy on her thoughts
Thoughts of him becoming slow-motion fantasies
The flat of her chest so warm she's dying to finish the movie in her mind
In her mind his touch is so careless, but tender and daring begging her to submit
The small of her back damp with the fantasy of him her hand wonders
Her stomach stiff, navel drenched, back arched she wonders
Could it be like this loving him with a heart so full, his tone low, but comforting and warm enveloping her in dreams so sweet
Her fingers creeping to the source of heat in her lap
She strokes the switch and turns the furnace up blazing her own thoughts
In her mind he is there inside of her love, he moves her roughly, but cradles her gently letting her know it is okay to give, and give until you hurt the sweetest hurt
She reaches inside until she touches the softest most vulnerable G
She nurtures it until  it loves her back, sending her contorted body into shock allowing a wave of care to shower over her until clean
Her arms limp, her fingers dripping liquid care to the carpet
Her breathes heavy, cooling her temple, finally her film draws to an end and she is satisfied
Her solitude, her comfort
Her loneliness, her friend
Her temptation, her lover
She is simply a poet and in her seclusion she writes poetry with her body

*Inspiration*
Hands that are willing to give..