I haven’t seen you, or heard from you in months but last night, I dreamed of you.
It was late late late at night We were lying in your spacious bed, tangled up in your dark red sheets
we’d been together the whole evening after making love several times, we’d finally stopped to catch our breath and you fell asleep.
I laid awake beside you, listening to your soft snores, feeling you twitch and moan while you dreamed I didn’t want to wake you, though You’d told me about how hard it was for you to sleep so I was quiet.
I was just about to doze off myself when I felt you wake up. "Josh?" I said softly, touching your shoulder. you wouldn’t turn around, though. You just sighed heavily.
"what’s wrong?" I asked you. I was dressed in a green shirt of yours, and black underpants. I untangled myself from the covers and wrapped my leg around your waist. I pulled myself closer to you, kissed the back of your neck. "are you alright?"
You never answered me. You just smiled slightly, and took my ankle in your hand. You turned your body to face me, then started to run your hand up the back of my calf, getting higher and higher until your fingers reached my thigh, and you began to caress the skin there. You kissed me fiercely, hungrily, like you needed me, like you couldn’t get enough of me. Your passion soon filled me with heat, and then I was straddling you… my lips wandered from your mouth to your neck, then down to that beautiful chest of yours…
I won’t continue. But I know you know what happened next.
I’m telling you this because I haven’t seen you in so long, and I miss you. I still think about you. I think about those times when we’d run into each other, and you would make small talk with me while I stared at you, not bothering to hide how attracted I was to you. The time you finally slid me your phone number after weeks of us crossing each other’s path. The wink you gave me when I noticed what it was and smiled and stuck it in my pocket. The day I finally worked up the nerve to contact you, and we spent hours texting non-stop. The night you picked me up and went to your house, sat on the couch and watched TV, glancing out of the corner of our eyes at each other, trying hard not to touch, trying not to stare, trying trying trying
but then I couldn’t take it anymore, I couldn’t bear it, I closed the small distance between us, I reached out and pulled you in and kissed you like I’d been aching to for months and you kissed me back just as greedily, and I couldn’t believe this was happening,
I was in your home, in your arms, finally kissing your lips how beautiful that moment was, how perfect