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dreaming of love

What type of dream is this?
I can feel his body pressed against mine,
Dare I turn around to see his face?
Dare I make this dream a nightmare?
I want to touch him I want to feel him,
Can This be real?
So many questions but I must know.
I turn around to see his face.
I can only see shadows.
but he is still there.
I feel his hands on my back as
he carreses my skin softly.
I tremble in anticipation of what might come next.
His lips are soft like velvet,
His hands light as feathers.
I press my body against his,
His body is hard.
I smile to myself as I think
of all the things he can do.
I pray this won't turn into
the nightmare that plauges
my every waking moment the
way it plauges my dreams at night.
We make our way to a bed and lie down in each others arms.
He protects me,
the way a wolf protects his pack.
I can see the light color of
his hair in the moonlight
that streams from the window.
It looks silver,
I think of a wolf.
A silver wolf that protected me as a child.
Maybe this is my wolf in human form.
Maybe this is my hero from my childhood.
let him be real.[/font]