Dream Lover
He comes to me
Like a thief in the night,
Stealing my heart
Like it was his for the taking all along.
He whispers sweet nothings
Into ears that have been deaf for so long.
The words caressing
And soothing like the gentle wind.
He looks into my eyes
As though he can see into my very soul,
And I gaze back into his
With eyes that have been blind.
He touches my skin
With gentle fingers tracing across my body,
And electric currents
Ripple through my flesh with every touch.
He steals my heart,
My soul, and my very being.
No longer am I in control.
Senses dead for so long
Have now come to life.
And I call his name
With a voice once mute.
And as night begins to turn into daylight,
And the early morning light
Begins to filter in through the window,
I turn to call him and he is gone.
Or was he ever really here...
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