My Dream

This is my dream,
the desire I feel,
when twilight comes

To look in your eyes,
see your soul bared pure,
to know each desire

To write my poetry,
upon your naked form,
with lips and hands

To claim you as my own,
in that one moment,
when nothing else exists

To be your fantasy,
the reason you blush,
when you’re all alone

To find you,
wherever you may be,
whoever you are now