Cool Cotton Sheets

During our dreamscape
interludes
I twist and turn
or simply lay silent as you
hold me listening to my heart.
I
listening to your voice
caress my inner skin
beneath these cool
cotton sheets.

Imagining our feet
intertwining
mingling
tickling.
Simple skin
on skin.
My hand resting
in the haven of
your chest.
Rising and falling.
My fingers tracing
imaginary circles.
Cool sheets cooling our
impassioned
flesh.