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I dream of you. Seeing you so often, standing before me, like a ghostly knight. Unsure, of how one, whom I've never touched, can be so real in my fantasy. I can describe your look as you gaze upon me tenderly. Feeling such passion, it frightens me.

You always approach me, arms outstrectched, wrapping me in your warmth. When you lean in to kiss me, time stops, and my heart beat stills. The fires race within me, aching for more. Feeling every part of me fly, as if the fairy tale kiss came true.

Your embrace tightens, as my arms find their way to your neck. Breathing is so difficult, yet feeling you makes it easy.

This kiss, is soft, yet hungry, passionate and fulfilling.

Then you stop, looking at me, you touch my face. Craddling its softness with your hand. Closing my eyes, I savor the feeling, not wanting to forget your touch.

Sliding your hand away, I open my eyes, only to see you stepping away. Then ... I wake. Saddened at the loss of your image, and presence. Wishing for the day to fade away quickly, so that once again you might return to me.