A jolt, like waking, but with inspiration.

Lurching from dreams filled with parted lips and the electric touch of palm to cheek I come to put a small few thoughts in my mind to rest. If I don't, I won't sleep.

"Don't ever leave me," the faint voice whispers in his ear as he focuses on the electric surge beneath his finger tips as she presses her skin against his and urges to feel him against her. Opening his eyes, he gazed across the table to where his hand softly brushed her cheek, those slightly parted lips awaiting an answer as she leaned forwards, face pressed against his hand.

Nope, didn't come out how I dreamed it. Back to work...working sleeping!
Can't wait, just writing this makes me sleepy again...