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Dreams To Memories.........Memories to Dreams
(......trying a different categorization for this, hoping it will fit)
Dreams to memories
Memories to dreams.......
….....a posturing of
our reality
our now
our desires
to want you
more than anything
my minds eye
has ever dared to
dream
first
…..meeting you
nervousness
palpitations
elation
fears.........
…...that you just might feel differently
when I'm near
My apprehensions-
lost inside that first smile
the first touch of hands
and the unending, longing stares
passion fires begin to smolder
realizing that you are so glad
that I am finally here
…..and you're nervous too.
that you feel just like I do
we laugh together
like two old friends
wishing that this moment
never ever
has to end
first
…....kiss
touching the sweetest, softest
most expressive lips
a warm pleasure
a special treasure
that I've sorely missed
a moment never planned
but in that moment,
the most blissful, sensual
soulful osculation
Gently lingering
tingling
time ceasing
we float upon a cloud
drifting along the warm currents
of a deep blue Caribbean stream
Magical.....
...content in knowing
that there will be
more tender kisses to come.
the first time I made love
“….it wasn't love at all
didn't know what to feel, it didn't seem real
that's all i can recall
I thought that's all there was
now i know so much more
now i know i never really made love before
Ill tell you when i knew
the last time i made love,
i made it with you …..”
tension
apprehension
crossing those “blurred lines”
we can never return
to where we were before
in a previous place
in time
victims of
love's lack of
rhyme or reason........
some may call it
downright treason
and still
those deep fires burn
and this yearning inside
unpretentiously
it will not hide.....
my lips touch your neck
as your shirt falls slowly
off your shoulders
lust makes us so careless
so bold......
caressing your breast
with my hands
your fingers stroke my chest
stirring this man into
desperate, lustful
action
primal urges yield
floods
quakes
howls
shakes
this bed can't contain us
my fingers
play melodies inside
Yoni's holy grail.....
....loosing all control
where cooler heads
should prevail
our most carnal, animal attractions
finally coming of age
so much love in your tender touch
yet so much fiery passion
so much lustful rage
…..I Like The Way You Move
love wants to speak....
yet cannot
face to face
warm bodies pressed down against
cool white sheets......
I enter into your
deeply guarded temple......
wanting to kill you
so softly
muffled echoes
lifting into the night skies
how badly do you want my love?
how completely this fire consumes
we burn,
melting
giving way to
a potent release of
loves brilliant light
the mixture of
fire
water
earth
desire
conspire to make us
one......
In dreams to memories
memories to dreams
the evidence of things hoped for
the blind faithfulness
in things not seen
yet live inside
the beauty of our
dreams
Author's Note-(a thanks to the real music by Joyce Kennedy and Jay Oz "The Last time I Made Love" and Outcast "I Like the Way You Move" and the constant infusion of "Dukism" )
Dreams to memories
Memories to dreams.......
….....a posturing of
our reality
our now
our desires
to want you
more than anything
my minds eye
has ever dared to
dream
first
…..meeting you
nervousness
palpitations
elation
fears.........
…...that you just might feel differently
when I'm near
My apprehensions-
lost inside that first smile
the first touch of hands
and the unending, longing stares
passion fires begin to smolder
realizing that you are so glad
that I am finally here
…..and you're nervous too.
that you feel just like I do
we laugh together
like two old friends
wishing that this moment
never ever
has to end
first
…....kiss
touching the sweetest, softest
most expressive lips
a warm pleasure
a special treasure
that I've sorely missed
a moment never planned
but in that moment,
the most blissful, sensual
soulful osculation
Gently lingering
tingling
time ceasing
we float upon a cloud
drifting along the warm currents
of a deep blue Caribbean stream
Magical.....
...content in knowing
that there will be
more tender kisses to come.
the first time I made love
“….it wasn't love at all
didn't know what to feel, it didn't seem real
that's all i can recall
I thought that's all there was
now i know so much more
now i know i never really made love before
Ill tell you when i knew
the last time i made love,
i made it with you …..”
tension
apprehension
crossing those “blurred lines”
we can never return
to where we were before
in a previous place
in time
victims of
love's lack of
rhyme or reason........
some may call it
downright treason
and still
those deep fires burn
and this yearning inside
unpretentiously
it will not hide.....
my lips touch your neck
as your shirt falls slowly
off your shoulders
lust makes us so careless
so bold......
caressing your breast
with my hands
your fingers stroke my chest
stirring this man into
desperate, lustful
action
primal urges yield
floods
quakes
howls
shakes
this bed can't contain us
my fingers
play melodies inside
Yoni's holy grail.....
....loosing all control
where cooler heads
should prevail
our most carnal, animal attractions
finally coming of age
so much love in your tender touch
yet so much fiery passion
so much lustful rage
…..I Like The Way You Move
love wants to speak....
yet cannot
face to face
warm bodies pressed down against
cool white sheets......
I enter into your
deeply guarded temple......
wanting to kill you
so softly
muffled echoes
lifting into the night skies
how badly do you want my love?
how completely this fire consumes
we burn,
melting
giving way to
a potent release of
loves brilliant light
the mixture of
fire
water
earth
desire
conspire to make us
one......
In dreams to memories
memories to dreams
the evidence of things hoped for
the blind faithfulness
in things not seen
yet live inside
the beauty of our
dreams
Author's Note-(a thanks to the real music by Joyce Kennedy and Jay Oz "The Last time I Made Love" and Outcast "I Like the Way You Move" and the constant infusion of "Dukism" )
Published 26th Nov 2013
| Edited 27th Nov 2013
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26th Nov 2013 7:47pm
Memories like those are albums in our mind and heart, loved and remembered for always. MrM, sensuous pen, as always.
26th Nov 2013 7:51pm
Thank You Gracie.....struggled a bit with this one and can't figure out why
27th Nov 2013 4:17am
#I know a girl who is in love with a dreamer...
Funny thing about dreams,........ they come true! So loving the beautiful memories your dreams reflect....Xoxo
....and I think this is the perfect category for this piece darling. :)
Funny thing about dreams,........ they come true! So loving the beautiful memories your dreams reflect....Xoxo
....and I think this is the perfect category for this piece darling. :)
......fortunate is the dreamer who finds someone that he can intrust his dreams to.
Thanks for the category recommendation. DU still needs to update these categories though :-/
Gotta' love the place though.
#becauseiminterested : )
Thanks for the category recommendation. DU still needs to update these categories though :-/
Gotta' love the place though.
#becauseiminterested : )
