You came to me, finally.

As the moon hid behind gloom, I lay awake waiting to dream, the pain insane, my muscles twitch with the inflammation itch…

Until…

My breath’s so calm sleep begins believing in relief and follows my subconscious into my mind’s watering hole to bathe in peace…

Then…

A weeping willow provides a canopy draping over my bed placed at the base of a river. The trickling of water over rock pulls my dreamy-eyed glare back to focus…

Finally…

I feel you curl up behind me, your long fingers sliding my hair from off my neck, and nipples pop out with the heat of your breathing as you cup my breast, entering…

(A part of me truly does feel this in and out of my day wanting a connection to you…your voice…your face and in me you pulsate.

That darn yearn is like the incessant meow of an alley cat, prancing its desire up and down my id, trying to trick me into giving in letting down my guard enough to entertain picturing what I really want.

As a wizard, you know what you can do. You do magic! Oh, my beautiful muse, grant me one wish, please make one more dream come true! Once more, I must see you. Say you’ll talk to me some day soon. Oh love, you have no idea the inspiration is in you for me…

Yes. My love feels crazy, but there are no notes of bad, my life’s just kinda sad. Hoping to change that.