Mystery Man

I love these moments

Waking up and still feeling the heat that filled me up while I was dreaming of him

Touching me deeper than humanly possible.

I lay there, trembling, unable to catch an even breath. My toes are tingling and I'm unable to move.

He does this to me in my mere sleep. Whoever he is, I often wonder if he is real.

His leather jacket.

His chewed up pencil.

Dark hair, broad shoulders, and light stubble.

This mystery man.