Reflection

We touch only in dreams
yet somehow the vision becomes real
you are no longer a vague reflection
an image of shadow and light

but a woman of flesh and blood
who fills the hours of my night

My hands upon your breasts
my lips upon your moist and tender lips
bring a warm and sweet intoxication
to the distant reaches of my mind

I am lost in a world of illusion
as I leave my physical being behind

I awake in the night
my body charged and responsive
I am alive with the warmth of fantasy
astir with this vision of perfection

I close my eyes and return to dreams
falling into a world of reflection