" Was that a dream of

Was that a dream of you, my love?
Sometimes when sleep eludes me, I toss and turn with thoughts of you and shiver the whole night through.  Trace the insides of my thighs with stars as you kiss me goodnight.  Feel my I love yous in your bones.  That's the kind of love I crave; the spell where I can feel you aching for me.  I'm good at making you dream.  
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