He told me about a dream he had
About him and I.
I would lie on my belly and stretch my limbs out,
And there he is next to me,
Touching my bare skin.
He glides his fingers up my spine, turns his fingers into legs and climbs up my soft brown hills. Then he makes his hands flat and slides slowly, from my neck all the way down to feet.
I turn over and smile at him, kiss him gently.
He thought I would think he was weird,
Having a dream like that, but little did he know.
I've had the same dream every night, since the day I met him. And when I wake up and hug my brown skin, flaws and all, I glow at the thought of him loving my body. I glow at the thought of him loving me.