Dreams

As the dawn is in sight I do not want the end of night. I want to be back in my dream In the arms of a love extreme. I dream of his loving embrace And of ecstasy upon his face. I dream of his fevered touch That I need so very much. I dream of his kiss Of Wanton bliss Of Wanton desire That sets me afire. In my dreams I want to stay Not to see the coming day For then he is gone And his love withdrawn. I do so ponder If I too do wander Into his dreams Of dreaming scenes. How does he awaken? Is he withdrawn and shaken? Does a frown adorn his mouth As his love is in the South? My dreams of my love Are so far above Any I have had thus far Yet he is still a star.