Dreamer's Waltz

Laying on a cloud
Eyes closed, your
Fingertips find
My pale white
Skin
Beneath the layers of cloth
That hide me.
Goose bumps raise
Like mountainous storm clouds,
And the hairs stand tall
As though a cold breeze
From the arctic atmosphere
Found its way through
The plush beneath me.
Your warm breath
Covers me like a blanket,
A blanket I don’t want
To part with on an icy cold
Winter’s night.
Your fingers like a comb
Glide through the hair
That leaps out from my head
As though a cascading
Waterfall
Sending shivers
Down the waves of my back.
Your lips reach mine
With an unforeseen
Gentle force
That makes me want you more.
You whisper
Golden words so pure
That ricochet off the
fluffy walls around us.
Your voice,
How it makes me tremble.
Aroma rises
From the temple
That is your body and
Enters my soul
Awakening me
To the world
That is yours.
I pull you closer,
Not wanting to let go.
How I wish we
Could lie here, entangled
In our thoughts forever,
As our thoughts
Waltz
Among the clouds.