The Dream of Coma

Benighted is the dream that casts shadow over my head,

With crimson and clover surrounding my bedstead,

The air so sweet, ever lofting the aroma of your lace,

As I lie there holding you, full entangled embrace,

The softness your hair as it sweeps over me,

Retreats to the shadows, the fears that you see,

Bequeathed to you my darling, in this misty morning sun,

You always feel my splendor, arms surrounding you as one,

Tender are my dreams, with the tranquil aspiration,

Clenching you so closely, the need of affection,

I bask in your aroma, as passionate the kiss,

To ever wanting, knowing the things that I have missed,

Awaken from the dream, I hear you tell to me,

Tis it slumber I am in, it all seems real to see,

Shadows dancing in the light, you face cast at a distance,

I thought surely this time, to you I come this instance,

Be patient my angel, as my love so strongly desires,

So I hope to pull myself, this chamber that transpires,

And in that day of pleasured moments, I feel your heat upon me,

We'll spend each moment knowing, your loves' what set me free.

TenderHeart

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