Cold real world
Oh how I dream of kissing you before we say goodnight, then to have you wrapped inside my arms, snuggled in so tight
Our bodies entwined like two pieces of a puzzle we're a perfect fit, how I'd love to wake with you, I so often dream of it
To awake and find you with me, so we could share each and every day, to have you really in my life, I always wish and pray
I know I feel you in my heart, I carry thoughts of you in my head, so many things remind me of you, that's the way my poetry gets fed
I know your many worlds away and I only touch you in my dream but sometimes they seem so very real as mad as that may seem
I swear sometimes I can feel your skin, I can taste you when we kiss, I smell your gorgeous fragrance, it feels so real it brings me bliss
Then back in the cold real world, I'm once again just on my own, dreaming of my special girl, who I write of on my phone
THE KINKY POET