Dream Man


His muscular body silhouetted against the night sky

On the night of the new moon the dark in his eye

The warmth of his touch makes her body a fiery flame

His lips molded to hers his magic love they proclaim


Muscles so perfect as if they are a work of art

His voice that of velvet within her makes a start

He whispers her name brushing against her cheek

He's mastered her very soul, how he makes her weak


Together alone, entwined there in a king size bed

The image of his muscular body now fills her head

Her body trembles as if missing is a piece of her soul

This waking dream so hard to deal with taking it's toll


Thoughts of him overwhelm her life with boundless hopes

Weak and needing him, filled with yearning she copes

“I pray to tire early to see his eyes gazing deeply unto mine

I'm waiting until I can see the man lurking my dreams so divine”