Bed


As I lay here in my bed, 
memories come running to my head, 
I close my eyes, and I see you staring down at me, 
I sense your hand touching my face, 
and I can't help but wonder,
am I in your head as you are in mine, 
would you hear me, if I call out your name in the dark, 
and if I reach out my hand, would you feel it touch your face.
I must confess, I still dream of your bed....

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