You are the dream.
Yes, that dream.
The dream that awakens me from the deepest sleep at three a.m.
Some nights, I use nothing more than two fingers, tenderly running the length of your naked body, your breath soft and sweet and easy. Sighs as two fingertips trace the contour of your delicate spine as you lie on your side in the dark. Your delicate heart beats in time with each whispered word, with every memory, with the intensity of my yearning and my sensual kiss … our yearning and sensual kisses.
And on other nights, carnal need and insistence that electrifies my very soul. My hands prise you apart and then prize you, stroking the pearl of your pleasure until your thighs shiver and splay, until your glistening cunt silently calls and begs for my perfecting flesh. The mouth pressed into your ear as my fingers sense your tight, wet heat. My ravenous tongue circling each rising peak of your breast as my weight bears down upon you and I finally ease my hard thickness inside you to the hilt, filling you so completely we both cry out in ecstatic anguish, shattering indelibly the stillness of the night.
Yes, you are that dream.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/uykyih/you_are_that_dream
So poetic!