My Sweet Man Poem by Linda Pollock

Just before dawn, somewhere between dreams and reality....you come to me. Feeling the softness of your finger tips lightly brush the hair from my face...A familiar, calming touch..Fingers slowly move down my arm to my hand.Your mouth kissing each finger tip..Your body slides in beside me. Your warmth and heart beat filling me..Under the covers your hand slowly begins to explore my body..bushing gently over my breasts..down the curves of my waist..to my shapely hips..I feel the hunger for you burning deep inside me..I've been longing for your familiar touch..Oh how you would make love to me. Your hand roaming over my thighs..wanting to feel my heat...wanting to feel heavens gate..Whispers of our breathing and light moans begin to fill the room..Feeling your man hood pressed against me. I want you..I want you now more then ever...Come to me, my sweet man..make love to me..Let our bodies, hearts and souls become one....Oh how I've missed you my love.