Just A Dream

It was just a dream;
I descried that beam I fell for,
Discerned the apertures of his soul,
And I saw him.

It was just a dream;
Napped like a babe,
Swaddled in his embrace,
It felt homey,
I was shielded.

It was just a dream,
I savored his breath,
That tasted like mentha,
As I leaned into his pats,
And relished in his nibbles.

It was just a dream;
The warmth beside me voiced,
Creased sheets susurred of fleshly tales,
I smelt of his fragrance,
And for real;
It felt echty!