I Dream Of Him

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.