I imagine your large, compelling face.

(You will dream my dream tonight.)

In fantasy, you approach me carefully, almost fearfully, like some great beast, who cowers in the brilliant light of a fire. You are beautiful in your wilderness, like an untamed creature.

(You will allow my approach. The tenderness of your feigned sleep will calm the harsh edges, casting us both in a gentle light. Your presence will beckon my touch.)

I will allow your touch, and in return for that gift, you will forsake your fierce physicality for just a while and reward me with your manly laughter. The dream is too tempting, and I will forget the danger inherent in trusting you, even for that delicious moment.

(You will forget to be careful; you will forget your defenses. And when our time has ended and I have gone, you will fear me again, as you wait impatiently in the darkness for me to return to you once more.)