Dreams of Him

I want him in the room
Right next to my side
Lookin' at me
With a dream in the eye

I want his arms around my hips
His hands caressing my back
With his chin resting a top of my head

I want his lips against mine
Pressed passionately
And the taste of his sweet voice linger in mine

But when I awake
I have morning breath
With sheets wrapped around my waist
Only a penguin next to me
I want him to be mine!
 

Reviews

[J.E. Stroud]

I think the absurdity of the last stanza is kind of interesting