I can still smell her hair

I can still smell her hair...

In my dream I'm holding her as though I'll never let her go.

I remember my arm being under her as we lay there, motionless, her arms wrapped around my head, holding it between her breasts and as we breathe, her hair falls on my face like water trickling over a stone in the middle of a babbling brook.

The scent of her hair ignites my innermost desire
and I fight desperately with myself not to give in into my lust...

Not to be consumed by the fire...

I can feel every detail of her breasts on my face.

The soft skin warming as she draws me closer.

Her pulse rising as she feels the heat of my body against hers.

Goosebumps raise the extra fine hair on her arms as my free hand traces the length of her spine up and down in an attempt to see the gorgeous smile spread across her lips.

Her leg encompasses me in its warmth as she pulls me even closer into her.

I go mad with thoughts of forbidden desire and an insurmountable lust instinctively draws my hand to her hip as I grip tightly,
afraid she'll leave if I let go.

Her lips open slightly
and I can tell by her smile that she wants me just as much as I desire her.

She takes a breath and so do I...

I wake up...

I can still smell her hair...