Innapropriate Thoughts

Thinking of that day.
Thinking,
That's all I'm capable to do.
Thinking of the day his body approaches mine,
The way he whispers sweet nothings in my ear.
All the thoughts swimming through my head.
Is this a dream?
I feel movement,
I hear voices, sounds.
Pleasure.
Yeah,
Thats the word.
Pleasure during this moment.
The way he moves,
His hands on me.
His sweet, soft, calm voice telling me he loves me.
The heat off his skin,
Gives me chills down my spine.
The way he brushes his cheek against mine,
Makes me feel as if I'm in heaven of a sort.
The words won't escape my mouth;
I'm speechless.
All I want to say is;
Baby, I love you too.
But we keep the movement going.
It's so intense,
So irresistable.
I'm in love.
The way his voice sways from word to word.
The way he keep that sweet smile on his face,
The way he moves,
I could feel the interaction between us.
He was so gentle.
Like he wasn't there.
As if he was a ghost.
His breath smelled of a minty stream onto my face during the interaction.
My innapropriate thoughts.
They take me over,
Most of the time, Dear.