Last night I dreamt I salved my lover’s lips, sore with kissing, while he lay sleeping. Dipped a finger into scented balsam of beeswax and honey, curled a glistening whorl on the back of my nail. Licked his mouth carefully, like a cat would a small spill of milk. Swept the curves where mouth meets skin, followed the fullness, finger painting over tongue primer. Then kissed him gently, sharing warm balm from sweet lips.

One Reply to “Night”

  1. Oh those dreams! Rare enough, perhaps happily, they distil an elixir of love never found in the waking world, ‘all we know of heaven and all we need to know of hell’.

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