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