Thoughts, so many thoughts
raining through my head
burning images of you
crawling into my bed ...

Heart breaks and dreams come alive
whispering kisses and promises softy in my ear
lips finding my most precious parts
love going wild ...

I dream, I walk into your life one night
there you are waiting with a rose for me
you walk me to the fire, and whisper sweet poetry
that burns my being ....

The fire consumes our love
the blaze blooms around our moments
and you lay me on the pillow, your hand is slow
and the romance blooms....

Those are dreams
that make me cry
because the dreams are raining
silence all around...*

Debbie Brooks 2014 -