I keep thinking about a girl
I only see when I dream
with eyes like electricity
and thighs colored cream

her thin hands are soft
and tend to catch mine
butterflies flutter so hard
they send shivers to my spine

her lips pressed against mine
and entire world is gone
speaking from the dead of night
until we see the break of dawn

In the dreams I see our future
a lovely life and a loving home
I wake with a start, I’m alone
I wake with a start, I’m alone