Dream Lover_(0)

Dream Lover

Somehow your face is in my dreams each night,

And thoughts of you come with each morning's light.

You haven't done a thing to bring this on,

But still I find my heart is now your pawn.

You've only been polite to me, it seems,

So why are you so often in my dreams?

You're a good friend, but how I wish it would

Occur to you to be -- well, less than good.

I want to find out how your kisses taste,

To feel your arms come stealing round my waist;

I think I want to have you strip me bare,

From face and breasts right down to pubic hair;

To spend the night, all night, in loving you,

And have those dreams that trouble me come true.