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I dream of you...
in my dreams
in my eyes,
in my life.
I dream of you...
I feel your grasp
and feel your touch
it sends shivers up my spine
and I fight for breath.
I feel you against me,
kissing me, your lips so tender
so sweet so beautiful.
I feel you next to me,
your expression
unknown.
So mysterious.
Is this what draws me to you?
I feel your hug,
and it feels so perfect.
I hear your voice and it prevents me
from breathing this odd scented air.
Prevents me from doing the inevitable.
I hear your voice
and stare into your
perfectly carved eyes as the color
changes with your mood.
I feel them on me.
Your eyes draw me to you,
your touch keeps me still
I don't know what to do.
I feel you against me,
your eyes perfect slits
and all I want to do is lean in
for a kiss.
I feel your lips
upon my own,
I feel your touch
I feel your eyes.
Is this a dream?
I struggle for air,
try to open my eyes,
try to realize.
Try to see you.
I feel you next to me,
your breath so hot against my neck.
I feel your embrace
I feel you.
I lean in,
I know what to do.
Just a little gesture.
Just a little smile;
this isn't an illusion.
I open my eyes,
fall off my bed,
laugh to myself.
Then cry.
A dream;
an illusion.
But I still wish.
 Deceased Poet · Sat Apr 04, 2009 @ 03:19am · 0 Comments |
