In my dreams, he comes to me.
He holds me oh so sweet.
Dancing in the moon lite rays.
As his hands go through my hair.
Hair of golden strands so pure.
Hands so big and smooth.
His touch is like magic,
As waves of desire flow through me.
Hidden passions, hidden dreams
All lye within my heart.
His touch, his breath, his big brown eyes,
his soft voice that melts my soul.
I yearn for him to touch me, in my most
secretive places.
For my yearning is only for him.
His words of magic on a screen, only written
for me. I feel him beckoning for me.
To touch him with my delicate voice, and
words that run from my heart.
In my dreams he wanders aimlessly, one
day soon, I will lasso him, and never leave his
side.
In my dreams he will always be. For there is
no one else he runs to then. In my dreams he is
all mine.
And there I know he will be safe.
Written By:
Donna Le
2/99
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