I have always wondered about the taste upon her lips;
even to feel the puzzle pieces of her hips.
I visit her every night in my dreams;
I know it's not real no matter what it seems.
I would kiss her lips as the dew on a rose;
a little wet and the taste of honey I suppose.
We would make our first kiss out of curiosity;
the second would become more than religiously.
I would open my eyes to see if her eyes were gazing at mine;
for our tongues were in perfect time.
My hands begin to wonder what her body would feel like;
for it seemed so beautiful in sight.
Caressing her body as like molding a piece of clay;
for I have waited for this moment everyday.
I now had my chance to remove her clothes with grace;
as I passionately stared at her face.
As sweet as her lips that I kissed;
this was just the begging of my lustful list.
She desired to taste herself; licking my lips;
grinding her body into my hips.
We kissed as if it was the first we have ever had;
to have this passion and lust; it would only add.
I lie there now fully awaken from my dream;
I know it was not real as much as it may seem.
I will find her one day; if even it may be years or more;
just to feel what I had before.
To meet this love of my life I thirst;
for this dream; a thousand times I have rehearsed.
