Caught in the wilds last night,
Out in the wind and the rain.
Wet to the bone in the fires light,
Best settle in with the pain.
Out like a light you settle,
Yet to dream of satin and lace.
Until flesh hardens like metal,
Pointing to my absent face.

Caught alone in my silk sheets,
Only to wish you were here.
Wondering if we might meet,
Before Christmas draws near.
Only to sleep a fitful sleep,
Yearning to feel your breath.
Urging my passion down deep,
Pining for your flesh's breadth.

Cock hard, you find me in dreams,
Over my stockings hands roam.
Wetting my lips, my ardor screams,
Building like tides building foam.
Over and over you enter me,
Yet never enough it appears.
Undulating hips announce my need,
Pressing in, you find your home.

Can dreams ever replace flesh?
Only now and then.
Will our bodies ever mesh,
Between soft sheets, when?
Oh, let it be in the flesh,
Young, and vibrant and tone.
Until then you will find me
Pleased to be your own.

Author's note: Dedicated to a good friend here on Lush.