I dream of you every night now, starting to remind me of some pop song. These dreams are what I look forward to every morning I wake, I can't seem to wait to lay my head down and slip away without holding on. Those soft kisses in some dark alley way, and the way your hands are shaped into mine as I press them over your head against the wall, your skin, god your skin! The way it lusters in the moon light as my fingers caress you from head to toe. God your skin! My hands on your waist and your hands on my hands, god! And when I wake from these dreams at 3:46 A.M. it truly pains me that you aren't beside me....