Echoes In My Head- Talking In Your Sleep Contest

I awoke hot sweating heaving..so it seems mumbling so many words that had no meaning, where had I been, where was my river of dreams, whose hands had been sending my nerve end screaming. why can’t I recall the face that launched my depth what language was I speaking so fluently, where was the place that had held my bated breadth, shaking with passion, no longer suently I bury my head in my pillow of shame remembering the passion that overflows riding the erotic waves I shout a name in my head still have the sensual echoes Penned 16 January 2017 Contest : Talking in your sleep