Painter in my Dreams

Sometimes I dream that I'm a painter
And in those dreams all I do is paint you

You, laying on the sweet green grass
Your eyes, dark and lovingly as they are
Your lips, always ready to receive my kiss

And while I'm painting you, I feel alive
I seem to exist only during those dreams

I paint your elegant hands, guided by your precious wrists
Your fingers, playing on my belly as if it was an instrument
Your hips and legs, moving to the rhytm of music

In these dreams all I feel is your love
All I see is your beauty

And on paper I put your naked body in Eden's garden
I paint perfection, of which you are the realization
You pose as a Queen, Princess and Angel all in one

While I'm painting all this, you seduce me
You express your love and I fall for it, everytime

And I paint us, hand in hand
I paint us, body to body
I paint our souls uniting in eternity

And all of a sudden, I wake up
You are gone, were never here

And I can't even handle a pencil
Can't draw the loneliness I feel
So I tire myself out, to get back into the dream