Dream Lover Somehow your face is in my dreams each night, And thoughts of you come with each morning's light. You haven't done a thing to bring this on, But still I find my heart is now your pawn.
You've only been polite to me, it seems, So why are you so often in my dreams? You're a good friend, but how I wish it would Occur to you to be -- well, less than good.
I want to find out how your kisses taste, To feel your arms come stealing round my waist; I think I want to have you strip me bare, From face and breasts right down to pubic hair; To spend the night, all night, in loving you, And have those dreams that trouble me come true.