I dream a friendly stranger, who warms me in the night He loves me while I'm sleeping and leaves before the light
But, when I wake in morning, I find nobody's there A wrinkled sheet and pillow case, and strands of his dark hair
I'm haunted with this passion that burns my body deep I just can't wait to go to bed, I could forever sleep ...........
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Posted: Apr 2015
About this poem:
This poem is about a woman who is hauntingly seduced, and made passionate love to by the stranger in her dreams .. about how her dream is so real that she even finds strands of the strangers hair on her pillow ..
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