HE'S REAL

His kisses are real
Soft and warm
Them I can physically feel
They're there for me through many a storm

His hugs are strong
They help me feel secure
He's hugged me for so long
Of them I can be sure

He's like an old sweatshirt
Comfortable, practical, used
He's seen so much of my hurt
Me, he doesn't want to lose

At night in bed
His skin is warm and feels like satin
He's not just in my head
My dreams of him, now, he wouldn't flatten

He's real and loves to be my man
You're a dream and I love you too
You won't hold my hand but seem to understand
I still like both of you

Both of you I need in a different way
Why is it so wrong for me to want to say
To express how I feel
You're my dream and he is real.

10/24/1994 1955 cj

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