Passion

You hum while lying naked in the hot tub.
Your face, so innocent and peaceful.
I stand there, watching you playfully being you.
You, listening to the music you dearly love,
And smelling the scented candles that freshly reminds me of you.
A rose, laid upon the desk with your words and a kiss:
"I love you."

I pick it up and gently kneal beside you.
You don't have closest idea that I'm there, beside you, watching.
You hum away as the water bubbles the water.
Gingerly I touch your lips with the rose,
You gasp in excitement but you lay there quite, smiling.
I tease your lips, turning the petal upon them, tickling you.
You part your lips and lick the tip of your iching lips.

I pull up the rose upon your face and gently caress you.
You love every touch I bare to you,
Smiling, you tell me, "I love you."
My face, tensed almost about to cry, smile back.
The rose trails beneath your face onto your neck,
The iching touch leads you to desperate moans,
As I lean towards you and give you a soft kiss.
Your wet arms curl around my head,
While you play with my lips.
I slide my tongue out,
And you kiss it and sucking on it.
I gently bite your lips,
As you breathe heavily on me.

Suddenly...
I wake up,
lying on a bed in the dark...
Alone.
Have I dreamt it all?