Twelve

It was no surprise I dreamed of her, she consumed all my waking thoughts, and not a night had gone by since meeting her where she wasn’t in my dreams as well. Something was different tonight though, where my other dreams had the quality of an echo, this seemed more.. real. I could hear her moving, listened to the soft steps as she circled me, coming closer bit by bit. I was enveloped in her scent, thick and rich like it can only be when she’s close. I didn’t need to open my eyes, all my other senses were on overdrive with her this near. I could hear her heart beat, listened with satisfaction as it spiked when she started touching me. I laid there, reveling in her shamelessness, letting her touch me however she pleased. Her light touch did nothing to stop the waves of electric tingles from racing across my skin in response to her, and I thought my pounding heart would surely give me away when she lay her palms on my chest. As she trailed her fingers lower it was a miracle I held stil