Perfect Lover

She's the one who's always on my mind.
She's the one who's haunting my dreams.

Her voice calls to me like a burning whisper.
Her silhouette just lingering at the end of my bed.

I lay there lethargic and listen to her hum.
I don't want it to be like every other night.

I watch as she advances from the shadows.
I see her face and I'm helpless not to cry.

Abashed, I reach out to hold her close.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer.

No words are spoken between the two of us.
Just lying face to face, a void of space still against us.

Time freezes with lust and I'm awoken before the nights end.