April, 2004 Victor H. Schlosser
I hear your breathing in the darkness.
We lay here together, our legs gently entwined.
Your hair, fanned out on the pillow.
I feel your skin against mine.
I sense your closeness in the dark.
The aroma of you filling the room.
I understand the meaning of 'at Peace'.
I am happy,
I am comfortable,
I am in love.
I think of your face.
How pretty you are.
The softness of your skin.
The depth and sparkle in your eyes.
I reach up to touch your cheek.
To feel your skin against my fingertips.
And I awaken...
I find it is only a dream.
A dream about the woman I love.
A dream about you!