When night comes, it is inevitable that you appear in my mind. Your image appears in front of me and insists on staying, something that I do not complain at all because, i go to the world of unreal dreams knowing that you will appear in them and make them much better.
However, as good as this may be, I can not feel your sweet and warm touch on my skin or your lips so appealing against mine by doing a delicious dance with them.
But I smile knowing that the next day you are a real dream.

// M