I dream of you, coming to curl up in my arms.
I dream of you, wrapping your arms around me from behind as I slip into bed, thinking you’re asleep.
I dream of you, gently taking the book from my hands just to hold me close.
I dream of you, taking my face in your hands and drawing it closer to yours.
I dream of you, softly caressing my cheek.
I dream of you, running your hand through my hair.
I dream of you, gazing into my eyes with love.
I dream of you, desiring me in a way I’ve never been desired before.
I dream of you, pulling me toward you.
I dream… and you don’t exist.














