Dreams
As the dawn is in sight
I do not want the end of night.
I want to be back in my dream
In the arms of a love extreme.
I dream of his loving embrace
And of ecstasy upon his face.
I dream of his fevered touch
That I need so very much.
I dream of his kiss
Of Wanton bliss
Of Wanton desire
That sets me afire.
In my dreams I want to stay
Not to see the coming day
For then he is gone
And his love withdrawn.
I do so ponder
If I too do wander
Into his dreams
Of dreaming scenes.
How does he awaken?
Is he withdrawn and shaken?
Does a frown adorn his mouth
As his love is in the South?
My dreams of my love
Are so far above
Any I have had thus far
Yet he is still a star.
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