David Michael Schmidt Dreams
I dream of you again tonight, you haunt me
The perfect being of my delight, you haunt me
You're eyes inflame my deep desire
I kneel before the burning pyre
You haunt me more than I can stand, don't taunt me
My dreams invite you in tonight, please haunt me
Inside my arms I hold you tight, so haunt me
My hands caress you're tender skin
I crave you're love please let me in
This passion you bring out in me, will daunt me
I press my face against your cheek, please want me
You bend my will, I feel so meek, just want me
You're shape has just the perfect line
From head to toe so serpentine
Imagine what my dreams will make, to taunt me
You're hair must be the color gold, to haunt me
And lips that pout a crimson bold , will haunt me
I picture you my angel dear
And dream to feel you are right here
Conceived intact you will appear and want me
