In my sleep it's her I see,
In my dream she kisses me,
With kisses of love and desire,
That burn with passionate fire,
She offers herself in sweet surrender,
When I touch her, soft and tender,
Moving our bodies like lovers do,
Making a love that is so true,
We collapse, our passions spent,
The pleasure is so Heaven sent,
She holds me tight never letting go,
And I know she loves me so,
But the morning dawns cold and grey,
The beginning of another day,
And the love that once reigned supreme,
Becomes only a memory of my dream.