The Written Page

If you like...
But, I am afraid I might...
Your laugh,
Your touch,
Your lips,
Your kiss,
All becomes mine when I go to sleep...

Anything you like...
But I am afraid I might...
Hold my hand,
Come and lay down,
Whisper softly,
Come underneath the sheet with me,
And I promise I will dance with you gently...

If you really like...
But, I am afraid I might...
As my hand brushing your hair,
As your are getting near,
As your burning body touched mine...
...I am afraid when I wake up, you will vanish in my mind....