Nocturnal Touch

I wake, and the only thing I feel is the sensation of your fingertips caressing my flesh, though it is just a memory from a dream,

Escaping back to the lust of myself,

A nocturnal, pleasures seeking vagabond,

Sleep overwhelms me in the promise that you will know joy,

Hardness resting in that soft, resilient wonder of me,

Bathing in my river of need,

Filling me to banks overflowing,

Our coitus a coastal tide meeting those fresh waters of desire,

Too sweet to be briny,

Too impassioned to be cold,

Please,

I will never tire in dreams of you,

Tasting that delicate wet treasure,

I close my eyes to know your love again.