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The Dream
The Dream
There’s love on my lips, A taste of fullness, made complete. Lingering, longing, alluring and provoking.
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How is it that I must wait? How is it that he sees not? Blind to the passion that crouches awaiting to be ignited.
Why does he not touch? Why does he not taste? I stand transparent before him.
He looks on beyond, He walks through me, And I evaporate into non existence.
An eternity to wander alone, Where was the warmth? Why was extreme cold my covering?
Did he not sense the fire in my heart? Or envision the flames dancing upon and caressing his soul?
A surge of heat as unbridled lips meet, Ohhhhh twas but a dream, Of strength, of love, of want and desire. But the dreamer was one alone……. The dream was mine!
