Blessed Dream
Such warmth given in view
that begs within me to touch,
to be touched.
Not merely by flesh.
Angelic long silken hair witch i could not
resist the splendor of running
my fingers through again and again.
Your pleasure drenched eyes to
our entwined flesh upon flesh.
That soft true voice that stirs my
every passion yet sooths my every worry.
who is this dream, this desire.
I feel all things poetic writers
would say of love.
Pleasure and frustration fused,the
clenching of my nerves,
my thoughts swirled like a stormy sea.
In fear of loosing all belief
i so desperately beg.
Blessed dream be true.
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