You are a letter
The postman brings
A voice I hear
When the telephone rings.

I close my eyes, I try to sleep
Your voice, it lingers near
You're on my mind, I fantasize
Sweet dreams of you, My Dear.

It starts with a vision
I picture your face
I dream of your arms
And warm embrace.

I imagine your lips
For your kisses, I yearn
From your hand, a touch
With desire, I burn.

Together, we're one
And the passion we share
Is a moment in time
To awake, I don't dare.

But when the morning sun appears
My sweet dreams are over
Days are long and night falls
You return once more, My Lover.

~ da BEAN'ette™ ~