I imagine it
a glide
through iridescent softness
cruising through delicate cirrus clouds
running your palm softly
stroking delicately
over a silk sheet
maneuvering your gentle fingers
through my curled locks
your tongue on my lips
smoothly slipping
into the diaphanous covers
you permeate my soul
Dream With Me - A Dreamer's Blog 
I hope you keep writing about clouds, maybe Mammatus next or Cumulonimbus.