Dreams of You

I have gone a long time without being sexual with anyone. I hold onto my memories of my past sexual encounters and they thrive in my sexually dormant mind and body. Every night I fall asleep in loneliness and dream of him, the way we laughed together, teased each other, sang (very mediocrely) with one another, and how we were so consumed in one another sexually. My dreams of him awake a growing need to be near him again, to have him touch me again and for him to be inside of me again. I replay these moments in my mind the touching, licking, biting, and scratching that would occur while he took me or as I rode him. As I look out into the world I see him in the beauty of everything. If I could never be with him again I think only these dreams and memories would get me by.