The Dream Who Shared My Pen
Some dreams are made in heaven and some dreams are made on earth,
Dreams that simply make us dream about what dreams are worth,
But I had once a most exciting dream between my arms,
The kind of dream that blew my mind with all her sexy charm.
She had a way that warmed my heart like no one ever could,
She always made me crave her more and gave me constant wood,
She drove me crazy with her smile and knew just what to do,
She teased and pleased and even sneezed like no other one could do.
She knew my buttons very well and one very well indeed,
She looked at me with eyes of green that had a way to plead.
She laughed and cried and made me smile and talked each mile we drove,
She never needed coaxing when upon my lap she dove,
She wrote her days away until she knew that I was home,
She told me with her every deed that she was mine alone.
She shared a life with me that brought me happiness and more,
She even shared a fantasy through the crack behind the door,
She gave me things I canít forget until the day I die,
And was the answer to my dreams and every answer why.
So I remember very well what dreams are supposed to be,
I was just the lucky one to have that dream love me,
Dreams are answered once in life and she was mine back then,
And I will die so thankful for the dream who shared my pen.