I awake from dreams of you.
Dreams that felt more like memories replaying in my mind,
Dreams that could have been premonitions of memories to come.

I awake from dreams of you.
Dreams so real that I am not convinced I didn't live them.
Dreams that could have passed in waking in another lifetime.

And when I wake,
I can still feel your hands, your lips;
The warmth of your palms on mine,
Rough skin on soft.
The strength of your grip on the nape of my neck,
Gentle, yet firm.
Possessive, yet freeing.
The firm pressure of your lips on mine.
Conquering,
Claiming,
Demanding,
Owning me.

I awake from dreams of you.
Dreams that clash with the reality we live in.
Dreams that leave me bitter with longing and disappointment.
Dreams I cannot shake or forget as the day begins.

I awake from dreams of you.

Are you dreaming of me too?