In my dreams I have touched your skin a thousand times,

I have run my hand along your graceful curves and felt every groove,

every goose-bump, every pore.

I have touched your hair and pressed its silk to my lips,

smelled its sweet perfume and rinsed my hands in its luxurious flow.

 

I have held you tightly, I have held you softly.

I have kissed and caressed and worshipped your body.

I have used you, I have let you use me.

We have danced and laughed, sat and cried.

Raged through anger and sailed through happiness.

 

I know every part of your body,

every freckle and every mole.

I have sat and watched you sleep,

I have disturbed you from said sleep and taken you.

Again and again.

You have given yourself to me over and over, sacrificed on the altar of my lust

as I am sacrificed on yours.

 

We are not master and servant.

We are equals in this. Partners.

Both master and servant.

Giver and taker.

Hurter and comforter.

Castigator and redeemer.

 

You have transported me to heaven and dragged me through hell

and every second in those places was both blissful and agonising.

We have shared spittle, blood, tears and tales.

We have faced the world together and triumphed.

We have celebrated with champagne and rampant sex;

with tears and resignation.

 

I am strong, vibrant and content because of you.

I am everything I am, because of you.

I am better because of you.

 

But you are only in my dreams.