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?
Copyright © Kristy De La Keur Scoville | Year Posted 2009
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