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A Dream of You

You know I can’t help thinking
about what I am going through.
My spirit isn’t sinking
because I carry a fantasy of you.

When, at last, I see you next
I’ll crush you in my embrace
Will I still be the same
after gazing upon your face?

I’ll kiss your tender lips,
anoint you with fragrant oil,
drink you in with gentle sips,
and bring your desire to boil.

I’ll run my hands over your breasts
as you toss your dusky hair,
ride you as our passion crests,
then sleep together without a care.

Dawn breaks and I awake
and the fantsy evaporates, too.
A warm loving feeling I can’t shake
which comes from a dream of you.

October 21, 1992

 

 

 

 

 

it pays the bills dept

here is something I hope is doing no evil.

could be worse dept

there could be more of them