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Meet Me Tonight
Sweet dreams are made of this, aren’t they?
My lover comes to me in dreams that are as sweet as sin.
His every single touch lights my mind on fire. I keep quiet because I know he’s the one for me — his electric mouth, his wit spun like webs, his tender caresses — and I know I’ll lose him as soon as daylight strikes. But when we’re together, we meld to each other like two halves of a whole: yin and yang, sun and moon, order and chaos.
I love most when he gasps against my mouth as I take control of the situation. I love pinning him to the bed in our minds, ravishing him with kisses that are like liquid fire. I love hearing him whisper my name as I rock back and forth against him, driving him mad with lust for me and me alone.
His kisses are promises that he’d never utter aloud because he’s afraid. He’s afraid to lose me, afraid to touch me, as if I’m spun from glass. But I try to teach him that I’m flesh and blood, that I’m the one for him, that there’ll only ever be him, him, him.
I love hearing him moan. I love hearing him say my name. I love everything about him. I love that his heartbeat pounds for me alone. He can see so much more than I can, but he smiles for me in that secret way that tells me everything will be okay.
