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The Man In My Dreams
Nights grow endless as my body awakens
My blood begins to flow heavily
I can feel it passing through every vein in my body
My breath begins to tremble
And my heart quickens
I long for the hands to touch me
The hands of the man in my dreams
He visits me leaving only lasting impressions
And when he comes it's ever so gently
Like a thief in the night
He consumes the room and steals my being
Overshadowing any thought or idea I once had of reality
I feel his presence
So vividly in fact
But it is only me
Only me here in this endlessness
My hands begin to wander as his would
Caressing every curve, every mark, every scar on my silhouette
My breasts dancing freely as I begin to lose control
I can still feel his ghostly embrace lingering throughout the room
He is everywhere and nowhere all at once
When finally my hot wet cave closes and reality sets in once more
I'm back in my endlessness
As my body lays to rest
My blood begins to flow heavily
I can feel it passing through every vein in my body
My breath begins to tremble
And my heart quickens
I long for the hands to touch me
The hands of the man in my dreams
He visits me leaving only lasting impressions
And when he comes it's ever so gently
Like a thief in the night
He consumes the room and steals my being
Overshadowing any thought or idea I once had of reality
I feel his presence
So vividly in fact
But it is only me
Only me here in this endlessness
My hands begin to wander as his would
Caressing every curve, every mark, every scar on my silhouette
My breasts dancing freely as I begin to lose control
I can still feel his ghostly embrace lingering throughout the room
He is everywhere and nowhere all at once
When finally my hot wet cave closes and reality sets in once more
I'm back in my endlessness
As my body lays to rest
Published 27th Dec 2016
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27th Dec 2016 9:38pm
i love it when a poet can make the metaphysical tangible
and you have done so with supreme finesse
instant fan i am!!
and you have done so with supreme finesse
instant fan i am!!
27th Dec 2016 11:48pm
29th Dec 2016 7:05am
A lonely seductiveness, and aching need can be felt as I read your lovely words.
Nicely done...
Nicely done...
3rd Jan 2017 2:33am
This is such a beautiful expression of the longing for someone who might or might not be real...
"Like a thief in the night
He consumes the room and steals my being
Overshadowing any thought or idea I once had of reality" > brilliant lines... I'm in awe!
"Like a thief in the night
He consumes the room and steals my being
Overshadowing any thought or idea I once had of reality" > brilliant lines... I'm in awe!
