Heavy fog surrounds me, I don't know where I am... Soft whispers of your voice linger in the warm air, a slight summer breeze causes my long dark brown wavy hair to tickle my cheeks.
You call out to me; I look for you but you're nowhere to be seen.
Will you ever be mine? I pine for you every night, my lips ache to be pressed up against your soft, light colored pink ones. My body yearns to be touched, to be held in your strong arms.
"Wake up..."