In Dreams He Comes

He comes to me quietly
in the night,
softly silhouetted
by the firelight.

Eyes ablaze with
lust and passion,
patiently waiting
in his quiet fashion.

For me, his lover
to ultimately agree,
the need, the hunger
the mystery.

It's what we both crave
and desperately desire.
"Come on," he whispers
"Blue, light my fire."

She runs to him,
arms open wide and
kissing him softly,
with emotion she can't hide.

Her lover he is,
night after night,
and in her dreams
he holds her tight.

They fall together
on a feather bed.
His arms around her,
cradling her head.

Kissing her shoulders,
neck and lips,
hands touching and
moving his fingertips.

To the soft mound
of her womanly treasure,
waiting for him there
for his pleasure.

Fulfilling her wishes,
her ultimate desires.
Aaron is the lover
who lights her fires!

In dreams he comes.