dreaming

She's a photographer. She knows how to capture not only the body but the spirit. And I dream of shooting with her and of it turning into more. Taking the photos, her gently moving my body into place - my arm, my knee, my hip. And when the session is done, she'd get into bed with me, and do everything I hope the pictures would make her want to do. Her fingertips are on my ribcage. Her mouth was against the inside of my knee. My hands are in her hair. Everything I've dreamed about since the moment I saw her, when we first worked together, and she took my picture.