Tormented Soul

I watched you sleeping for hours.

I didn't wake you, even though I wanted you…needed you… to feel you .
Just once.
I touched your shoulder…you did not stir.
I kissed your cheek…you murmured something unintelligible.
I waited.

In the early morning, I awakened you gently, my fingers softly caressing your shoulders. Kissing your back as I lovingly massaged your skin.
I kissed you everywhere, turning you over, my mouth on your chest, traveling down your sides, worshiping your body with my tongue.
I will never get enough.
Touching, kissing, tasting, serving.
Loving.
You.

I don't know which is worse…
To fall asleep and dream of you making love to me…or to awaken and continue the dream in my mind… knowing it's just a fantasy because I can't really touch you.

Tormented soul.

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