I have dreamed; and from my dream waking, find you poised above my heart. As my mind unfolds, I'm aware of your scent, rousing me as mist or shadow, seeping into the depths of my pores and awakening my need for you. I cannot read your eyes, but your body speaks to me without motion -- inviting me, welcoming me. I'm afraid to move for fear you'll disappear and leave me aching for your touch. You will gaze at my nakedness, my defenselessness, without movement save for your eyes. I touch your cheek, caressing gently, wondering that you are here where none was at dusk. You have come for me and will come again before you vanish with the morning. In my mind I plead with you -- my elf, my faun, my god. You have roused me beyond sleep, beyond dreams, and have me suspended in anticipation. Bless me with your mouth, your hands, your staff. Take my worship as you will. Let me praise you with my mouth and glory in this joy. Kiss me sweetly and draw my soul into yours. My nipples rise in greeting and my nether mouth trembles, waiting to kiss your one warm eye and open wide in welcome. Possess me! Dive deep within me then flee -- and return as the tide washing all before you. Flood my depths and pierce my soul -- and I will meet you. So deeply do you touch me. I die many little deaths of excruciating sweetness ... ... and dream again.