The D Spot

It comes upon me smoothly, like velvet across the delicate skin
at the base of the spine.
All at once I am consumed with chills, with fever.
My pupils dilate, and I am lost in the
dream again.
My shoulders rise with each breath
and I feel stirrings deep inside.
I breathe slowly, prolonging the moment
aching for the release but
consumed with the journey.
Breaths come quick now and my
hands clench and unclench
behind my closed lids I see you
In my soul I feel you and when it comes
I gasp.
The untouchable touch,
the sudden rise and fall,
again and again.
All without a word spoken or
the caress of skin.
All within the dream the haunting visions
of your eyes and body
as they consume mine
again and again.
I sigh in my release.