She felt lips on her dreams. And hands, heavy and warm sliding across the planes of her mind. Combined with light brushes in between the folds of each scene. It drove her deliciously mad.
Skin, breath, eyes, mouth replayed over and over again, deep into the night. Fragments Flashes. God it always felt so good. Even long after she had awaken with a wanton name on her tongue and pictures lingering still behind her lids.