deepundergroundpoetry.com

Better The Dream

In the smallest hours of morning
A Thorny Rose comes calling
Deeper into minds deception
Is where I find fictions affection

I stand but meek, my breathe I hold
The sight of her, my heart now sold
Spiraling thoughts, crash my mind
Just one kiss, will leave me blind

She spoke my name, in velvet voice
Caressed my skin, with silk poise
Kissed my lips, with breathe of fire
Raised my soul, higher and higher

Upon the ground, she now lays
Looked at me, in strangest ways
Removed her clothes, skin to bare
Whispered softly "take me there"

Deep I push, into the abyss
And hold a gaze, of timeless twist
Rhythmic beat, of breathe and pulse
Our bodies begin, the toxic waltz

Muscles constricting
Nerves afflicting
A Warm explosion
Of Fluids overflowing

This is only but a dream
Reality crashed into that scene
Showing me what could not be
Heart beats with pulses of agony

Still I Hold on to that dream
Its where I go to re-steam
When all is lost and to extreme
I will return to this dream of dreams
Written by Sir-Anton
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 3 reading list entries 0
comments 4 reads 613
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 10:23pm by PittinixDesigns
SPEAKEASY
Today 8:43pm by SweetKittyCat5
COMPETITIONS
Today 8:38pm by Vision_of_insanity
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:42pm by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 4:56pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:33pm by Ahavati