Time Travel

I am in a dream. In my dream Keven enters my gates and treads on my wet  grass. His path lit only by the glow of a full moon, He slowly sneaks into my room, my bed and then into my dreams. I can hear him but i cannot see him. I try to focus and there he is, covered in scent, smiling through the pitch black. His body looms over me as he moves his hands under the sheets to feel my legs and my ass and my back. He is driving across the country. Surely I am sleeping. there is Nothing I have known to be real as this and yet, I am awake. This is the stuff that dreams are made of. The scent is overwhelming. I cannot catch my breath and I am stirred with passion. WAKE UP. I pull him towards me. He holds me tight. I hold him tighter so as not to let go of the man of my dreams. His weight is on me and his heart is calling. I can hear and I let him in without question. He is the love that screams like a child lost in the forest. He is the pulse of a wrist being squeezed tighter and tighter. He is the depth of my ocean and the crashing of my waves. He is the push and the pull. He is love of an immeasurable kind. I am awake now.