I dream of him lying on my bed.
And next to him, I lay my head.
I dream of walking hand in hand.
Barefoot, strolling by the sea, the sand.

I dream of us sat, watching the sun set.
Regaling tales of when our eyes first met.
I dream of him leaning closer in.
He’d give me a kiss, my lips, my chin.

I dream of his hand, softly on my face.
As he caresses me slowly, my heart begins to race.
I dream of a secret and lustful affair.
Of which no-one knows: a romance so rare.

I dream of our eyes meeting across the desk.
His face so proud, so full, so statuesque.
I dream of playing ‘footsie’, so fierce, so intermet.
Without any fear of repent, or regret.

I dream of a day when our love can be unfurled.
When I can tell all my friends, he’s part of my world.
I dream of him saying how much he loves me,
But one thing I know...It will never be.