woken haste-fully six fifty three
daily serene mid-evening nap
desperate for his loyal presence
yearning to make amends with past

i can feel his company close
desert burning temperature
his hands all over my body
lost innocent catholic girl image

his beautiful name is strictly scripted
only language i have learned to speak
rolling seductively off my tongue
pure temptation to announce hell

room easing with darkness
calming shadows keep me safe
his apparition always present
yet it was only just a dream

his name is on my mind
hauntingly beautiful
i think about him everywhere
turn my dreams to nightmares