His eyes shimmer with love and want.
His lips. Oh his lips! How I wish to feel them, soft and full on mine!
My fingers tangle in the mass of wonderful blonde hair.
Oh how I love him! How I want this boy turned man!
His skin against mine, his scent mixing with mine is intoxicating.
My head reels.
Locked together, I feel safe in his embrace.
I can feel his face move closer.
I am lost in the intense blue of his eyes.
I see nothing but him. Feel nothing but him.
Our lips move closer, millimeter by millimeter, about to brush with gentle passion.
I can feel his breath on my neck.
He strokes my hair.
We move closer still....
I rouse from my deep and tranquil sleep.
A dream. Just a dream.
I can still feel his arms, smell his scent.
All traces of my reverie lingered.
Tears in my eyes, I slam my fists down on the bed and cry out "Why must I be tormented?"
No answer comes.
Silence.