Matilda - Gentle Stranger in a Dream

I dreamt about a gentle man, Not tall, with eyes like wide saucer glasses. He held me close, standard and grand, I couldn't wake when morning passes. He wouldn't leave my side all night, His warm embrace gave goosebumps, glowing. No one has stroked me half as bright, Before or after, worth the knowing. He was so tender, soft and deep, The night was sweet beyond measure. He vanished just like shadows creep, I missed his name in all that pleasure. I whispered softly: "Please, just leave," While fearing tears would start to glisten. And on my chest, where warmth receives, A trace of hot lips left to listen. It was a dream, just that, no more, Yet now my heart is bound and falling. If you should meet him at his door, Please tell him that I’m fondly calling…