Stay Or Hate?

It is late and yet cannot sleep For when I close my very eyes A face into my dreams does seep And from me emmits my sighs. The hour grows very late But if I dare to succumb Then morning I shall hate To see the rising sun. In my dreams is where we meet And there is where I feel his lips And know a kiss that starts so sweet But then it is his neck that feels the nips. In dreams I feel full of fire And wonder if this is real? Wonder as I am full of desire How does he really feel? Does he dream of me as well? Does he wonder what it means Or does the thought make him quell As he is dreaming the scenes? I want to feel his touch Experience his passion Beyond any as such Before or after a fashion. He is the one I want Yet distance does divide And dreams of him does haunt Even during my waking side. I cannot wait 'til the day I get to be in his arms For there I will get to lay And be mesmerized by his charms. That will surely be the day That I anxiously await To see if with me he will stay Or the sight of me will he hate?