My King of Kings
I see him in my dreams, my king of kings,
tall ,dark, and handsome, but he is always just out of reach.
this vision of a man whom i can barely see,
and yet he's so framiliar , that i question, is he real?
A part of me remembers , the way his hands would feel,
but then I'm left wanting, and remember it's all just been a dream.
A dream so vivid, I wake feeling heat where his hands have been,
caressing me in intimate places, and kissing me long and deep.
Im wide awake now, feeling breathless and confused,
wanting a man i have never known, unsure of what to do.
how can i know this man, and be framiliar with his touch,
this man in my dreams, whom i long for so much.
I pray for night, for that is when, my Kings will come,
to fullfill my dreams, and touch me in ways , no other has ever done.
I long for the day my dreams come true, and give me my one true Love,
My King of Kings, my true champion, my one and only , His will be done!
BreeLove 12.27.10
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