A Dream Of You Poem by alysha renee'

i smile to myself, as i taste his skin
kissing his neck, i taste the soap that has obviously just been rinsed
i climb atop him and he sighs
i began to dance, just for my man
pretty soon, he's matching my rhythm: move for move
we blend into each other and become one
our souls combined; we fly into a bliss called heaven
we fasten our pace, and soon we're both calling each others names
-then my alarm sounds; and i realize it was just a dream, and you no longer mine.