Awaking, desire rushes, like blood;
Her lucid mind is spiraling.
She wants his hands, she wants them.
Dirty, undeniable, she wants them.
She want them around;
Hugging her. Holding her. Hurting her.
She wants them away;
Craving her. Awaiting her. Longingly.
She wants them besides her,
in the colours of a beautiful, vivid dream;
She wants them.
She wants them now,
To hold her, should she faint,
And to draw the curtains, when she wakes.