Dreamwine poet

Often sitting and contemplating what it is I should say next,
fearing what you may say in return.
In a moments time I drift away deep in thought,
as if in a dream or trance.
I hear my self telling you all of my secrets and desires,
as you meet me half way and scoop me un into your arms.
You hold me close and tell me you've felt the same way too,
then you kiss me gentaly and then whisper sweet nothings into my ear.
An endless night we spend making love underneith a blanket of stars,
as we fill eachothers passions with every thrusting motion.
Only for a moment until I snap back into reality.
I see you sitting there staring at me from accross the room,
your eyes filled with questions that are hidden behind their golden glow.
I realize now that I have yet to speak the words of what I truely need to say,
as you hold that puzzling expression just waiting for my words to form.
I tell you with the softest voice that it is hard for me to fully express my self,
as the words then begin to poor out of my mouth.
As this all takes place I drift twoards another dream state of mind,
trying to soften the blow for my self as I'm afraid of what my hounesty will find.....