Dreams of Passion

Dreams of Passion




We look into each other's eyes; Not a word needs to be said
We both know, without a doubt what's going through the other's head
We come together and move as one, our bodies melding together
Every hour like this takes a second, and every second lasts forever

I run my fingers down your skin, I feel your soft caress
We pulse and move throughout the night, not stopping once to rest
As the night presses on, long and hard, I fear the coming of light
When morning enters into this world, it means the death of night

As morning breaks, the spell is severed. Our passion must come to an end
I try to keep your images fresh, but night's passion and morning don't blend
I open my eyes to the morning sun, knowing you'll be gone from my sight
Oh how I long for the passionate dark, and my dreams of you in the night.


Inspired by The Eve of St. Agnes, by John Keats

Copyright © Richard McRae, 1997
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