" The Dream "

Sometimes in the cold dawn ,

Startled awake , gasping ,

The taut , aching muscles ,

The body wet , soggy,

With plentiful, profuse sweating .

Slowly , very slowly ,

The heart calms down for a moment ,

Then slowly start to remember ,

A dream that has become constant.

Actually, it's my dream with you

With its slender, naked body,

Entangled between my naked body ,

Between gasps , whispers between .

Phrase of love and desire ,

Sometimes I get static unknowingly

If everything is the same result of a dream ,

Or is it just fantasy of my mind ,

What you miss and miss your pleasure.

Yes , miss your affection ,

Lack of his walk , his look ,

From simple things that you,

I learned to appreciate , I have learned to love .

I sit on the edge of the bed ,

In the darkness of the warm night ,

Holding me to hope,

One day you come back suddenly .