  He was there again last night. In my dreams. I always dream of him so vividly. I know his scent. I know his texture. I know his taste. He fills me. He intoxicates me. He wants me. His eyes are so piercing. His hands demanding. Always slow and sensual, building to such a heated passion that is consuming. And then I wake, and he was never there, and never will be....but in my dreams. 
