A Dream in Reality

December 9, 2010
I hear your siren toned voice
As the harsh wind blows by
Whispering my name

I catch a brief whiff of your seductive scent
As that gust of a unending breeze
Never passes me by

I taste your distinctive lips
As I roll my tongue across mine
Though ours have never met

I feel your soft and strong hands
Gripping the sides of my face
In a gentle embrace

I see your magnificent eyes
Boring into mine
Seeing all there is to see of me, and more

Every time I close my eyes
You’re there, waiting for me, smiling
But when I open them again
You’re gone.

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