She has had a dream in which you came to her.
Arms wide open awaiting an embrace as a smile plays upon your lips.

A dream where their souls emerge and unite as one dancing vigorously
To the drum that is the beating of their hearts.

Pounding viciously, fighting for another day where the body survives 
to carry out the souls wish to dance with a fever not once but twice over.

Shuffling of their feet and the ruffling of her skirt as her hips not only rides 
but caresses the wave with every thrust and every gyration brings a new.

A dream where there is no boundaries and the sinner becomes the Saint, 
where every wish casted is a wish granted.

Where there is no limit on your time because what she has with you is everlasting.

When she dreams a dream that the night sky 
has nothing on your melanin flesh that is engraved in your very essence of being.

A dream where she is brought in close for the touch, a synchronization, 
a joining that is sweeter than honey and more precious than gold.

Bee stung lips that is lathered in brown sugar and coated in Egyptian musk
Entirely masculine, entirely you.

Where the sound of your voice is the harmony that causes her body 
to sing a tune that vibrates her soul over the pinnacle that resides with in.

A dream where you're the pillar to her strength, 
the back bone to her drive and the foundation for her fight to survive.

But this is a dream isn't it?, it's only in dreams that one’s love is so perfect.

The reality is... The reality is that she means the world to you times more … 
It's about time she knows.