Don Johnson Poet Rhyme

Dream Says Russell

Lukewarm Dream,
 
The ideal,
lucious, curvacious lady,
of the dream, 
is temtress unreachable, 
midst the steam, 
hunger burns so bright,
the pressure of the rigid digit,
unbelievable,
damn,
she's drifting outa sight  ...

Don Johnson

thanks Russell...

Hot Dreams,
the entertainment of the sensual,
subconcious unpaid rental,
the almost intercourse,
shattering remorse,
mistimed instrumental,
disturbing,
fell off me hobby horse.... 

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Lizzie Treetop January 9, 2012 at 8:08 PM Oh Don you are such a wag glad you are having such a good time keep up the dreaming and who knows what's round the corner! Lizzie

Russell Sivey January 9, 2012 at 11:48 AM Very awesome write Don...I love this poem a lot! Dreams, a part of imagination rooted into reality! I love dreams and their meanings in our lives! Excellent Work!! Don Johnson January 9, 2012 at 3:04 PM Hot Dreams, the entertainment of the sensual, subconcious unpaid rental, the almost intercourse, shattering remorse, mistimed instrumental, disturbing, fell off me hobby horse....

John Smith January 9, 2012 at 9:18 AM I hope your dream ended happily. The older I get the easier it is to confuse fantasy with reality.