Sitting alone in the still of the night,
Holding fast to dreams by candlelight.
Feeling dreams first sweet caresses,
Leaving in its wake, the daily messes.
Solitude of soul as silence consumes,
Hearing his voice, my soul begins to bloom.
My skin tingles with the thought of his touch,
Never, have I ever craved & desired any man this much.
I yearn to taste his kisses, to feel him pressed to me,
A beginning...perhaps...of a dream meant to be.
