Dear Boston,
I had a dream about you last night. I do not know how you crossed the 3,000 mile distance, but you were there and left my body shivering.
I was sitting at the counter, my student’s math test separated into different piles to differentiate between graded and not graded, sadly the later was the bigger pile. I was just beginning to feel the beginnings of a headache when your warm fingers trailed across my neck. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, the aches of a long day disappearing, and a different ache taking over. Your lips follow the path your fingers took on my neck in barley there kisses, simply meant to tease as your hands travel across my shoulders, down the sides of my breasts, finally settling on my stomach. I’m melting into your touch already, tilting my head to give you more access to my neck in a silent plead for more, please. I feel you smile into my neck.