real

Where do I begin?
Was I dreaming,
because I’ve had that dream before.
Breathing hard and fast, deep quick breaths.
Your caress heightened my awareness,
Each touch: shivers; each brush: pulses.
I could hardly find myself.
Within me a wild array of sensations fought
for control of my heart and mind.
My stomach tightened and relaxed.
There, in my groin, a relentless beating---
What pleasure!
I can feel you.
My head arched back as my eyes fluttered and my blood raced.
I only know you.
Dreams are not like this.
There is not this much pleasure in fantasies.
It must be real.
Breathe, I must breathe.