A Bear Skin Rug, Part Ii
I awake to a numbing chill
The door stands open
The dying embers of last night's blaze
Offer no defense against Nature's winds
My fingers search for your skin
My eyes scan the room for a glimpse of you
My mind races, reviewing each scene
My muscles ache against the pain of the cold
Every touch
Every embrace
Every look
Every taste
So vivid in my mind
Yet no silken body lies beside me
No satin robe holds court in the chair
Was it all in my head
I know my angel exists
Her verse inspires me like no other
Her unsurpassed beauty fuels my dreams
But was she really here
I scramble for answers
I look for clues
I find the empty eyes of the only witness
But the beast has long been silenced
I'm left to ponder
Was it real or fantasy
For now, I must live with this dream
Til I can hold M'Lady by the fire.
Copyright © Vandy Saylors | Year Posted 2006
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