Dreams
The night cold and breezy Stars shining bright The warmth of your breathe Lips against mine and holding each other close Something only dreams are made of The sound of your voice Charming and quiet Hearing it makes me weak and anxious Can this be love or just a fantasy? Something only dreams are made of The smell of your skin, masculine and strong Your touch upon my face, gentle and passionate To actually hear you Feel you Smell you Is something only dreams are made of Sign in to see full entry.