Dreaming of you while you're not here.
Seeing your face, though it's so unclear.
Trying to hold you in my nightly slumber
but for love it seems you have my number.
You hold it over my head like a treat
and few and far are the ones I tend to meet
that even compare to your inner beauty
and there isn't anyone I wanna see
other than you in your silk dress
with your hair all in a mess
early in the morning, holding me tight.
Waking up after a rambunctious night.
A tickle to raise my smile.
A lover to stay for a while.
A kiss to warm my sleepy soul.
A pile of love to fill the hole.
A nibble to raise the blood.
and a tongue to open the flood.
A hand to pinch and be caressed
and help her to get undressed.
A contact more than electrical.
A shock more than sexual.
A love more than a meaning
in my heart's she's been cleaning.
Taking out all that's sad
from what I've used to had.
A glow and a happy grin
as she fills me from within.
A woman, A lover, a friend.
Someone to let my love lend.

10/20/2003

Posted on 10/20/2003
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