As I lay here upon this sultry night,
gazing toward creations of starlight,
thoughts of you drifting through my head,
you lying naked & inviting in my warm bed,
deep moans of need breaking through your lips,
as my exploring tongue nestles hungrily amid your strong hips.
Alas, a dream to be sure, but one of tenderness and passion pure,
One without shyness or fear,
only two people sharing a burning need of holding someone near,
a need for arms to cradle us through the lonely hours of the nig
a need for arms to cradle us through the lonely hours of the night,
making life seem a little more right,
gentle lips whispering soothingly into our ear,
chasing away all doubts and fear.
Yes, tis only a dream never to come true,
but one that keeps me waking each new dawn with hope of finally finding you.

-=Isaac=-