She Comes In My Dreams Poem by Jara Son of Ahaz

She comes to me in my dreams,
Her heart beats with mine.
Her passion consumes my nights,
Thoughts of her warm my days.

Her art is her passion.
Her hands sculpt me as I sleep.
Sheets wet with sweat, breathing quickened.
Her body wraps me up in her embrace.

The heat grows in my room.
Mind swims in memories of her.
Spirits lips bathe me with hot kisses,
Our grips tighten bodies as one.

I taste every part, mouth sweet as cinnamon
I feel myself near her, loving her.
I want to have all of her.
She gives back and more.

The room lights up like day.
Rockets and thunder beat to a crescendo.
Eyes bolt open to a new day.
Is it a dream?