I Dreamt About You

I dreamt about you last night,
In your purest and most natural form,
Provoking me but also playing hard to get,
So much so that I felt almost torn.
And you played the part so well,
That I didn’t know what to do or say,
But I waited near you as you teased,
In your most innocent and provocative way.
And my senses grew keen like clairvoyance
For I know that dreams are unpredictable,
As I wished that you’d play the part of a fantasy,
As I fought the urges you were so irresistible.
And the best part was worshipping you all along,
Not being able to touch you but admire up close,
There was something so delicious about the torture,
Watching you being so casual without your clothes.