Every Grown-Up Girl's Dream

A cloud of white surrounds me and I feel as though I am a cloud, buoyant above the earth
your hands ground me yet give me flight
Your hands around my small waist fitting more perfectly than a favorite pair of jeans,
Reassuring me with a squeeze on my hips, before fingers fly to meet fingers and lips painting moving images of bliss on our faces.
The weight on my hand is miniscule, yet it emanates with heat reminding me I am yours and you are mine so divine!
You can know someone, but you can’t know them until you feel the rush of skin on skin, the heat shared like ground suddenly unfrozen from winter’s death, the touch in the small of your back, sliding up and into your hair, the experience of sharing, being, breathing, becomingone knowing that these bodies can hardly contain the joy expressed in joined souls.

As the cloud changes from satin to Egyptian cotton, lace to soft flesh
And you, black and white pressed to vibrant warm color like honey, so rich and encompassing
I am lost yet
found in your endless eyes,
bound yet free in your able arms,
drowning yet breathing with new oxygen in your kiss.
I inhale with a gasp as you reach for me and I, straining for more of you, releasing all that I used to guard so carefully.
You are the wave and I am the shore and where we meet we always want more. Inextricably tied, time-tried, stupefied.
This is no check-out line novel, no one night stand, no intoxicated choice, no regret.


It is the culmination of all the old clichés yet completely different.
It’s you. It’s me. It’s We.

REVISED:

I am a cloud of white; buoyant.
Your hands ground me
Your hands around me
Reassuring squeeze on my hips
Fingers fly and chasing lips
Paint moving images of bliss.
The weight on my hand binds us
And now the rush of skin on skin
Heat thaws winter
The small of my back
Traced up and into my hair
SharingBeingBreathing
becomingone

These bodies are poor shells
For such great joy
joined souls.

Cloud of satin rains
To the Egyptian cotton ground
And you
pressed black and white
to vibrant warm honey
rich, encompassing
I am lost yet
found in your endless eyes
bound yet free in your able arms
drowning yet breathing new oxygen in your kiss
I inhale with a gasp as you reach for me and I
Straining for more of you, releasing all that
I used to guard so carefully.

You are the wave and I am the shore
We meet together forevermore.