Her hands tight against the fabric of his shirt. Her breath wisps across his neck. His hands touch her scarred and imperfect skin. Goosebumps rise her hair stands up straight as he kisses his mouth to her full lips and the passion between them glows.

Heat rising, sweat dripping, hearts pumping, bodies clashing.

Soon they lay limp, her curves compliment his hard edges and they lay as one. Her legs wrapped around his, his hands entwined in her long waves. Her once heated breath now soft and almost cold as he held her close, chest to chest lips to skin, and vise Versa.

But if only this wasn’t a dream when awoken from sleep, if only I felt more then I do right now. If only.