Awake,
My breath slows and my palms chill to the breeze

Direction of his arms are curious
For I know not what is in store

A slight peck, or a ghastly getaway?
Eyes are closed to relieve the tension

My hair waves at the incoming presence
He tames it with his touch

The Gaze could have been deadly
If it weren't for the sweet spirit

Closer, and closer...

I awake suddenly, gasping for air

It was only a dream,
But who was I to be spared?