I love it when she curls up on her side
Within my dreams, she’s soft and she is warm
I love the dreams when she becomes my brideĀ
I wish that I could make my dreams my norm
I pull her body next to me and shake
Reality becomes intense and feels
The comfort of the love we love to make
It touches skin to skin; it stops, reveals
Intensity within her mouth, her lips
She softly moans and tilts her head, her hair
Is beautiful; she moves her silky hips
without a word she says she wants me there
Tomorrow I will wake and she’ll be gone
But in my dreams she’ll always carry on.