I dreamt of you

I could kick myself.
I should of known
Too good to be true
When i dreamt of you
Your hands upon
Upon the flesh
Of my chest.
The mingling of breath
With entangled limbs.
The heat rising
Erasing the cold
Deep set in my soul.
I could kick myself
When i dreamt of you.
The wetness leaking
Without control
With the sound of your words
Reaching through the phone.
An ache so deep
Its visceral and to the bone.
No salve for the pain
When you took
Your words away.
I should have known
You were too good
To be true