A Midsummer Night's Dream

For years I have felt your hands upon me,
if only in dreams.
Never knowing, never daring to know
what the truth would be...
You take my hand
and lead me to your bed, where you sit
waiting patiently.
I stand naked before you
head bowed in shame.
I can feel your eyes on me,
taking in all my inperfections.
Then you take my face in your hand
and make me see you smile,
that understanding smile you always wear just for me.
You lay my trembling body upon the bed;
I tremble with fear and anticipation
not knowing what you have in store for me.
Kisses rain on my face, neck,
and trail downward to forbidden regions
never tred gently by a man.
The shock of such gentleness startles me,
sharp intake of breath makes your smile widen.
Without warning, I can feel you inside me
never have I known such power, such passion.
Breathing fast, fingers entwined,
moans, then screams piercing the night air;
I find myself crying out for you,
nails dig into flesh as I beg for more...
My God!!!
We both collapse in exhaustion,
holding each other close,
listening to our heartbeats as we drift to sleep...
The next morning I wake,
and am shocked by what I feel...

Your heartbeat, your breath, your skin...
it was real.