Dreams in Scotland

Watch the water steam across the rocks
I sit above it on the edge of a cliff
The cool mist of fresh air hits my face
I close my eyes and picture yours
Those jade emeralds

I can see your smooth lips
So crimson and full
Then the feel of your warm body press against mine
The smell overwhelming, the odor of unending passion
I can almost feel your hand within mine
The tasted of your neck to my lips

Then my eyes open from their dream world
And I see your long dark flowing hair
Those jade eyes I once longed for
And the full crimson lips
Which I wish to taste