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My Dreams~
Echoes knocking on nights door as I lay sleepless, reminding me of the way his hands used to describe my curves
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
And he still flows through me, as I burn inside with warmth
He'll always occupy my dreams
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
And he still flows through me, as I burn inside with warmth
He'll always occupy my dreams
Published 17th Nov 2016
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17th Nov 2016 6:31pm
Tommie, this piece appeals so well to one. like myself, who yearn for deeply intimate sensual connection. There is a spirituality to your words. "his patience rested upon my nakedness" is a richly painted image and "his hands used to describe my curve" is one of my favorite things. Brava sweet lady!
17th Nov 2016 6:41pm
Hopefully the man of your dreams will return. Fine short write Tommie. Your wording amazes me.
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
"His patience". "His leaves." Absolutely beautiful!
Like his breathing, his patience rested upon my nakedness
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory
"His patience". "His leaves." Absolutely beautiful!
17th Nov 2016 8:08pm
Echo the first two, Favourite line:
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory.
My body under his leaves an everlasting memory.
