Dreams
Sleep came hard.
I turned and twisted
all night
until I found my favorite memory
dreaming of silky things,
crossing hot thighs
your scent
your skin
your hair
your cries as I touched you
We played for hours
lovers
with no care but ourselves
Passion - God yes, passion beyond my dreams
and yours as well
till we lay together
exhausted in the wetness of love
Your face - your face, eyes closed
Still
White
So real but
I shook
Came awake with a start
Oh God, not again
I have to wake up
And you will be gone
Forever
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Submitted to the #journalling game - first crack at this
1 comment:
No need to warn me off this one. I know it all to well. Thus, I can say, it's true.
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