A dream...

I had a dream...
A dream of strawberies and rituals,
of candlelit bathrooms
and undressing you slowly,
of licks and kisses
of winter snow and soft music
and time with you...

Just because...

I have also missed you and all those things that ... all those things that I have no time to put into words
of touch and talk and the soft perfumed smell of the nape of your neck
orange and spice, or was it nutmeg and cloves
the feel of your skin in the shower gliding against mine
and the taste of your tea, caress of your lips
wet
and your eyes smiling at me.