Velvet Dreams
I remember when the safest place at night was in my bed
but I am far from safe from the dreams that fill my head.
With my unconscious mind vulnerable to forces unknown,
you effortlessly enter and take control when I'm alone.
I have never known the extent of the powers you possessed,
but now I wake, night after night, mystified and breathless.
Even moments ago, I was at the brink of a peaceful sleep,
nearly absorbed in dreams; secrets I thought were mine to keep.
I felt your presence once again as soon as sleep found me,
you can enter my dreams and subconscious thoughts so easily,
making my mind think of things I never would have thought before,
erotic dreams, acts of lust, our clothes crumpled on the floor.
I can smell the perfume of desire lacing the night's fragrant air,
your fingers sensuously brushing my neck as they run through my hair.
Even in my sleep, I can feel your breathtaking touch
and see the magnetism in your eyes, the reality of it is too much.
You pull my body to yours, our lips fervently meeting,
carnal craving boiling, a raging hunger overheating.
Clinging to each other, not wanting to break the embrace,
enthralled by the moonlight dancing on your face.
Held by the enchanting spell of a long awaited kiss,
swallowed by a dream, lost in your passion's abyss.
But in moments I'll be waking and you know you need to go.
Everything is fading slowly, the sunlight peeks though my window.
In a desperate attempt I cling to you, our hearts align,
and my soul fuses with yours, leaving my body behind.
For that one single moment I am lost within you,
with a welcoming embrace, you hold onto me too.
But reality is calling me, drawing me away.
and though I want to, I know I cannot stay.
With outstretched arms I fell through blackness with great speed,
I awoke with a start, my body glistening with sweat beads.
Disoriented, I opened my eyes...I was in my bed.
But I knew that moment ago, I was somewhere else instead.
I didn't know where I was, why, or even how.
But I know that you were there with me, this I avow.
Even in the mornings light I can wholly recall
your voice... your touch... but were you really there at all?
The loneliness of desire surpasses my velvety dreams,
I'll never be happy until you're lying here with me.
All I have to hold onto are fantasies, it's not fair.
What are dreams worth if you're not really there?
