Parted lips, closed eyes,
Slowly breathing, no disguise
Sleep holds, deep alluring,
He lay watching, thoughts intruding.
Lies so close, limbs caress,
Heart is racing while they rest
Lips they part, and softly mutter,
Now his heart does dance and flutter.
This vision turns with gentle grace
And pulls him in, a tight embrace
The world surrounding, starts to dwindle
His passion for his lover kindles.
Breathing deeply, he’s drawn in
He feels a burning in his skin
His mind is now controlled by lust
And stretching out a hand to touch
His lover turns, and draws away
But in the air his hand does stay
Contact broken, a fading high
A silent tear escapes his eye.
Remorse, regret, consumed by shame
His feelings he now tries to tame
He dwells now on their brief embrace
And looks again upon that face
Suddenly those eyes are open
And from those lips, a question spoken
“I had a great dream, how bout you?”
He dared not say, “I dreamed of you.”