I Am Not Supposed To Dream of Him

I am not supposed to dream of him.

But he is there at the forefront of my subconscious, waiting to entice me to illicit thoughts.

So blonde and yet so dark and dangerous.

The scent of betrayal hangs heavy in the air and my heart fights the animal lust in my body.

I wake up sometimes from a half-doze and realise that he has been naked in my bed, covering me in hot kisses.

Plundering and bruising my mouth with his persistent lips.

Hands, big and hot, roaming over my skin and infiltrating wherever they wish.

He seems to know my body like the back of his palm, what turns me on and what will send me beyond.

And the sound that brings me back to the real world is the vocalisation of that pleasure.

I am not supposed to think or dream of him.

But I do.

And, before you start wondering… inspired by Eric and Sookie in True Blood.