-That Beautiful Woman-
I hear myself falling asleep;
That deep, slow breathing that signifies rest and relaxation.
My breathing slows even more and becomes steady as I drift off to begin dreaming...
I see that woman again;
The one Ive seen many times before in my deep sleep.
That beautiful woman that likes to innocently run wild through my dreams...
We dance,
as if the earth started playing a song just for the two of us.
We glide through the air; Over the trees and buildings, knowing this wont last forever...
Knowing its time, with such passion
she tenderly caresses me like no other has before.
Her touch is so unique I feel her softness long after we part...
I awake...
I try so hard to fall back asleep, but I can't.
I know I will see her again, its just a matter of time;
A matter of beautiful time for me to see that beautiful woman once again.
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