The last dream

The last dream

Slowly your fingers fall through my hand as you turn and walk away, I know deep inside my dream, that's the last time we got to play

No more will you be in my arms, no longer in my bed, no passion from your sweetened lips, my dreams of you are dead

The juice you often gave to me has no gone, I'm just let with thirst, your breasts I cupped are out of reach, this really is the worst

Whispers gently falling on my ears, desires quietly said, begging me to take you are no longer in my head

Like the sands of time you slide away, it seems I've lost my grip, I close my eyes to drag you back, but from my mind you slip

Going to a darkened corner, your loves gone off to hide, no longer can I see loves light, though it seems so hard I've tried

Why have you left my dream, I still want you in my head, come back and make love with me, I want you in my bed

Ron