In dreams.
In the dark of night, you come to me
Like a sweet silhouette, invading my dreams
It is there you enslave me, you brand my soul
And I give myself fully, relinquish control
Is it mere fantasy, these feelings you incite
I have no answer, I only know it feels right
I want the feel of your touch, and the taste of your kiss
To have your scent on my skin would be the sweetest of sins
You touch me, though I know you’re not really here
I feel your skin on my skin, your breath against my ear
I moan, soft and sultry, it flutters past my lips
As I imagine the ethereal touch of your fingertips
And as the wind wisps gently, kissing my flesh
It’s as if your breath feathers delicately against my neck
I feel the slide of your tongue, the press of your hips
It may be mere fantasy, but to me it’s bliss
Is it simply an illusion, or do you feel it too
Could you possibly want me the way I want you
Posted by SD at 11:26 PM
2 Comments
Awesome dear SD, awesome. Through your words I can feel you writing, letting your desire flow, transform the longing of your body to words like crystals. Beautiful, passionate and tender ... ! Hugs - A
Aragorn... As always, thank you for the extremely lovely comment.
Aelee... No need to be scared, I don't bite (promise). And since poetry is my wekest point in writing, I sincerely thank you for the compliment.
Jeff... You're wonderful, and you know it! Thank you, my friend.
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