01-08-2020, 03:03 PM
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A Dream-
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I'm not sure where to begin. The start is so
unclear, lost in memories of days become months become years.
It seems sometimes that she has always been.
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Always here, never not holding, touching, the heart
beside mine rhythmically matching my feeling.
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I think not of the day I first held her, but the
feel of holding her floods me, the silk, the fur, the sweat.
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Her eyes, the look in her soft wet eyes! Pupils
grow as they decode my image, wet becomes wetter as her lids
part to take me in.
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Her scent grows, filling me as I fill her. Her
voice, wordless yet speaking volumes to my soul.
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Her touch at once soft and firm, grasping as if the fear of not touching
exist's in more than my mind alone.
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Damp passion surrounds us as the room we're in
disappears and all there is is the light of her eyes, the
whisper of her breath, the steady beat of her heart..
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Shaking, I wake alone, remembering a dream of her.
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fini~
