Dream Of You Poem by Timothy Honeycutt

When I close my eyes and I start to dream of only of you. I feel the wetness of your lips against mine and I feel the smoothness of your soft skin against me. I smell your sweet fragrance even in my dreams and yet it still it takes my breath with great joy. I see your beautiful eyes and how they mysterious and yet comforting to gaze at. Your beauty has captured me in flesh and dream. I am yours for the taking like that of a fruit from the tree. I wish this was not a dream but yet I wish not for this dream to end. For you my beauties are the dream of my passion for now and all times.

10-16-09