Soft skin grazes, touches,

kisses the curves

so gently it almost misses

but my electric skin knows,

feels yours. Shocks of

the-best-thing-ever

course through my body,

my being, followed by waves of

this-can't-be-real

that stroke my soul.

I shudder. A good dream,

a great dream, don't wake me.

Please, God, let me sleep, if

this is what my dreams are made of.