Dream Lover

She comes to me
when I sleep.
From the depths of
my mind she creeps.
Knowing all...
Wanting nothing...
Just to please.
She comes,
like a gentle breeze.
So warm and inviting,
subtle and exciting.
Knowing all my wants
and darkest desires:
my dreams and fantasies
that never expire.
She never judges or
seems to care; the
exploration of my
perversions we share.
She knows me
like no one else,
almost better
than myself.
Not one word
do we speak,
but she knows
my flesh is weak.
So quiet, she is when
she comes to me,
Never knowing when
that will be.
Always wanting and
waiting for her return.
Her kiss, her touch,
for her I yearn.
She may not be of
flesh and blood,
but from my body
she causes a flood.
She is the one of
which I dream.
Always, and every
night does it seem.
Over and over
she comes to me.
Never to truly hold
Or see....
For her, I'd rather dream
than live in this reality.