Just like in my dreams [a poem]
Just like in my dreams he appears, charming and smiling, dazzling and giggling.
Clinging onto me he stood, clasping my hands onto his, starring into my eyes like a deep ocean.
Bending forth to my ears he wispers: kiss me with the kisses of your love, grace me with the warmth of your smile, stay by my side till the end of time.
Just like in my dreams I freeze, spell bound in the warmth of his embrace, transfixed in the circumference of the circle, created by his magical touch.
Lost in thoughts I stand, motionless at a spot, starring endlessly at his being, the most perfect figure I have ever seen.
Drowning in desire I swallow, my throat dry from want, my cheeks patiently aligned, awaiting his kiss.
Kiss me with the kisses of your love I say, as his lips draw closer to my cheeks, close enough to place a moist kiss on them.
Just like in my dreams I discover, I could not feel his lips against my cheek, he has not been real, it has all been a dream!