My Daydream

His hands gently move up my
Body.
Igniting sparks of life in every
Pore.
His fingers are like feathers:
Floating,
Tickling,
Caressing.
His palms create a warm
Friction
That makes me sigh with
Pleasure.

Those wonderful hands
Move to my face
Touching and memorizing.
Finally cupping my cheeks
And tilting my head back.

His eyes meet mine,
Eyes filled with
Passion, warmth and love,
Taking in every feature,
Every movement of my body.

He leans in close,
Gently brushing his lips to my forehead,
Then my eyes,
Cheeks
and
Nose.
Then ever so slowly,
His beautiful lips
Touch mine...

DING DING DING
*Sigh* Time for my next class.