*whistles*... whoa... what can I say? ...I love how you described the raw physicality of the dreamed of moment... The imagery fits so perfectly... It's like two parallel pictures painted between the lines (one of the actual world, and one of passion) and linked together by your creative similes ("mosquito bites like kisses" and "sweat like sea water")... Um... okay... Technical poetry-babble aside, you can tell I love this poem...

Ack! Where have I been all this time!
Marvelous, darling. Gets me off to fantasizing...*sighs contentedly*
I love you. You know that, yes?

m...

ooh! sexy...

It's as if you're describing a painting, really, not just an atmosphere, but details as well.

Steamy as ever... ;p

splendido poesia. io passione la. I don't think thats translated quite right, o well