I had a dream. We were lying together. In bed. He was on my right side, I on his left. I had my left arm kinda half stretched up above my head and he had his left arm across me, holding my hand. It was beautiful. Then I started kissing him. His wrist, initially, then just brushing my lips down his arm. And while I was doing that, he took his other hand and swept my hair back away from my ear, kissing the soft spot right below the lobe. And just as I turned to kiss him, I woke up. Never having seen him. It was much more than pleasant. It was perfect. I could make love to him just by holding his hand. I love him.
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