poem

A Sweet Embrace

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I wanna hug you.
Not just hug you
But
I want my breasts
To press upon your chest
And your arms to envelop my body.
Hands on my thighs leading towards my waist. Breathing in your scent,
Staring softly and intently into your face.
Remembering you.
Cherishing the moment, falling deeply into fantasies of you and i.
Far away from our reality. All that might be calling me, daring me to believe.
I breathe you in again, and just like that,
We whisk away to another time. When it was all we had, so relish in it. Every
Moment spent is content. I want to replenish. I need to refuel.
Holding you. Holding me.
This is what fills up my make-believes.
I’ll be the mama. You be the daddy.
Or may be you are my King, and I your Queen..see what takes hold of me when you press your chest, against my breasts?
Gliding your hands along my back.
Gently scratching as they make their way down back to my thighs.
You breathe in my scent and I watch your face fly into a serenity.
I study you, feel your own fantasy, feeling special that this embrace takes hold of you as much as it does me.
I hope you remember my smile.
The gap in my teeth. The thick brows that shade the slanted eyes above dimpled cheeks.
Until we meet again.
Breathe in me and meet me in your fantasies.
–AP