In your dreams, loser.

We lay in bed, our bodies tangle, I gaze into your eyes.
A look of love, of happiness that history belies.

I pull you close and your lips curl, as my hand clutches your hips.
I taste your breathe and my heart melts as I press against your lips.

Your bodies warmth seeps through your skin, your hair smells of fine oil.
Your heart beats skips with rhythmic twists, "my love is always loyal".

But only when I close my eyes, when I lay my mind to sleep.
I don't often dream but dreams of you are the reason life's still sweet.