Dream of a Kiss

I had a wonderful dream and simply had to write about it.

I dreamt last night of a girl. I,

I can't bring her name to surface.

I see only a silhouette

on the back of my shut eyelids.

Eyes closed, I feel her touch,

my touch against her skin,

and her lips. Oh, how I,

I still feel her soft lips.

The time that Dream created

relaxed in that moment,

embracing our passion.

The passion of our kiss.

Lips moving, chests pressing

with every breath we draw.

Dream's kiss; honest, it was

realer than Real itself.

I wonder if Real was jealous

when it woke me from Dream's soft kiss.

Author's Note

Not sure if I'm happy with the final result.
I may come back to edit it.