Dream

Morning, noon,
night & dream,
there is a room,
orange & cream.

She is in bed,
naked & thinkin',
eyes fixed on ceiling,
not even blinkin'.

A stream of thoughts,
one subject is clear,
his smile and touch,
not even the fear.

Missing him so much,
waiting for his touch,
wonder where he is,
is he being pleased?

Dreaming of his kiss,
fantasizing bliss,
being all blunt,
this is what she want...