I dreamt the other night of comfort, of soft skin, of intimacy
Our shirts where shed and we laid chest to chest…
In my dream I felt something I don’t think I have ever felt in real life while touching someone, while being touched.
I was relaxed. I was content.
I was laying skin to skin with you and it was comfortable, it was intensely intimate and it was in no way sexual.
It was finding comfort in another.
It is something I would never do in real life. I wouldn’t lie relaxed in that way. I wouldn’t feel intimacy. I wouldn’t feel comfort.
I have never understood touching without intent. And intent is sexual.
So my dream is something that would never happen in real life.
It is nothing but a dream.
And I wonder if my soul yearns for that unknown…