Dream Lover
Dream Lover
In Nightly dreams
he comes to me
and I drink him in
with every sense that I own.
My flesh,
wanton and ripe, awaits his touch.
For where he lays his tender hands
flowers bloom
and he leaves a trail of beauty in his wake.
Embraced by his heat
I cry out my need,
and he takes me
and loves me
until we become a single burning flame
and I am branded.
His, forever.
In daily visions
he haunts me
and I long for him
with all that I am.
My flesh,
aching, awaits his touch
for I bloom beneath his loving hands
and he makes me beautiful.
I long for sleep...
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