Heaven

A. Granheim 2016 Flight to Minneapolis

I dreamt of you last night.
The feeling of your hand in mine,
the warmth of our bodies intertwined.
It felt like heaven.
Safe, warm, soft, the feeling of desire overpowering us both.
I dream of you most nights,
but you are never there when I wake.
I remember the feeling of your hands on my waist,
my body pressed against your back in our sleep,
you waking me during the night,
wanting me,
longing to touch me,
And I you.
I dreamt of you last night,
but you are gone as soon as I wake.
This is not heaven,
This is hell.

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