The Dream
You walk into the room
dimly lit I see
take me by the hand
holding firmly to me
tracing my mouth
with each finger so lovingly
with the tip of your tongue
guide me longingly....
I try to catch my breath
wanting it never to end
reading pretty words
in my ear to blend
with the kisses planted
on my neck so sweetly
telling me no fear
you will be there ever more....
You see this Dream
I am having of you and me
is trying to wake me
I am fighting so reluctantly
I want those hands
to hold me tight
and never to leave me
and stay for the night
Pulling me closer
to your hot form
keeps me wanting
more and more
so I pray this dream
never ends
Oh sweet one
sing to me one more time....
Brooke Dylan 2014
Copyright © Brooke Dylan | Year Posted 2014
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