The Softness

I sat on a bus next to the window
An arm stretched out low cross my body
Was the gesture one of protection or possession
I wasn't sure just which
I looked up the length of the arm
And found the owner to be an attractive woman
With short dark hair and light skin sitting close to me
Much too close for someone that I didn't know
Very well dressed in soft colors
A powder pink sweater
White tee shirt and pale blue jeans
I leaned into the nape of her neck
Felt the softness of her sweater on my face
I inhaled the delicately soft scent of lemons
The words "oh you smell so good"
Softly escaped from my lips
As the scent went straight to my head
I longed to touch her
With the back of my fingers I brushed one cheek
Then the other with the palm of my hand
And felt the softness of her skin
My eyes watched every movement of my hand
I ached to kiss those lips
As my thumb ran back and forth over them
To which she softly whispered "please stop"
Which I did, just not right away
I moved my hand down between us
And held her bicep but to my surprise
It wasn't her arm that I held it was a breast
I caressed the softness of her and the sweater
My skin begged for contact flesh on flesh
So I pressed my cheek to hers
I softly moaned as I felt the warmth of her skin on mine
The desire to taste her lips became unbearable
My mouth hungrily sought hers
Finally we kissed, I felt her tongue
At that very moment I woke
No not again, it was real, I was so sure
My senses were so alive with her
She was touch, smell, sight, taste and sound
It felt real but it wasn't
It was only a dream, an illusion
If I can't trust my own senses
Then what can I trust

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