Today I woke up with that feeling again…

That sweet and sharp mix of wanting something that isn't mine.
Why do I miss him if he's never been mine? Why does his absence hurt as if I'd once had him? I dreamed of him again.
With his strong, marked hands holding me, holding me firmly, caressing my cheeks as if they were his own. I saw his black hair, his deep brown eyes, and his mouth calling me wordlessly, waiting for my lips.
It comforts me to know that even though I don't have him in real life, he comes to me every night. He shows up in my dreams… carnal, devoted, giving me just what I need. But this time it was different.
Was it more real? More tender? Is he truly giving me affection? He looked into my eyes… and something ignited. Nerves? Desire? Surrender? I just know that if he asked me... I'd be on my knees, ready, with my heart beating between my legs.