Theater of Dreams...
Theater of Dreams...
Unseen to the naked eye
He comes to her…he hears her cry
Lying in bed she remains in this state
Somewhere amidst being asleep and awake
It's then, when she feels his presence near
An intruder somewhat, yet she doesn't fear
He watches her, waiting, she's still aware
He finds pleasure in this…he plays unfair
A longing desire comes deep from within
He suddenly craves the feel of her skin
He's drawn in ways he didn't expect
He wonders how she has this effect
He reaches out…his hand begins to shake
How is it she could make him feel this way
This hollow emptiness, the void he's felt for so long,
Yet she combats his darkness to which he holds strong
His hand lightly, delicately touches her hip
Half asleep…and yet she wets her lips
His fingers tenderly glide over her wrist
The urge she feels she can no longer resist
She turns her head and lets out a faint whimper
His mind floods with images of being with only her
Her back slightly arches as she yearns for his touch
An intense passion bordering the boundaries of lust
His hand continues sliding up to her shoulder
Now he wants nothing more than to hold her
His finger carefully strokes her cheek
He knows she's the one, the love that he seeks
Her heart beats faster and her head starts to swim
She wants to give all the love in her heart to only him
The curtain between fantasy and reality
falls onto the stage of dreams
there are no limitations
…if only you believe
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