Last night I dreamed about your sweet kisses
Don’t know where your Mister was or my Misses
You were waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs
I could feel my stomach tremble from what seemed like flares
It was like fireworks on the fourth of July
Your sweetness better than honeydew almost made me cry
A stolen kiss only in my dreams
I woke up the next morning wondering “What does that mean?”
Kai Mann 