I want the playful sex. I want our laughter to echo and I want us to roll around on the bed. A little lip biting and whispers in my ear. I want him to smile into our kisses and never let his hands leave my body.
I dream of purple hair and alabaster skin
of fevered scratches and passionate kisses.
Blankets twisted between fingers
limbs between limbs.
We come down from the high
the kisses become soft
the screams become whispers.
A gentle caress and a fitting of bodies.
I wake up hunting for body heat
and chasing the shadow of ruby red lips.