The man in my dreams.

He was there again last night...In my dream. He is there often, and now more frequently with his eyes that stare into my soul, and his passion, such a passion he has. I have lost count of the times he has visited my dreams in the past few months but I like it..allot. Its never the same dream but always the same feeling, it wells up inside of me and all but consumes me. I just go with it and see where it takes me this time..to a secret place? a warm comfortable place where we can be alone. I know it will never happen again, but I do have the dreams they will always be there when I close my eyes.So much passion passion that I miss because I dream of it. I wonder what would happen if I saw him in real life? would that passion be there? would it show in my eyes how I long for him? I could find out, but I am afraid, afraid it I will be there, and what I would do...but I still have the dreams I will always have the dreams those are mine....forever.