Dreams of You

I wonder if you ever,
think of me;
If I appear in your dreams,
If I say sweet nothings,
into your ears,
while you work on your poetry;
If I run my fingers through your hair,
and feel that gentle pulse,
near your neck;
If you give in and indulge,
in letting me,
kiss you,
the way I want to,
and smile,
look deep into my eyes…
Or do I just imagine it?

© soulreserve 2015

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