I Thought it was a Dream

nipsy
Her eyes filled with passion
The glisten of moisture on her lips
Scents of her wanting floating on the air

His warmth cocooning her body
Large hands caressing slowly, softly
The feel of his desire

Heads pressed together
Lips touching closely
Legs intertwined
Arms wrapped tightly

She moves, restless
Not wanting to wake
From this dream once again

He comes every night
When the moon hits the sky
He stays for the dream

The light is slowly burning
The sun begins rising high
Time is almost over

She slowly wakes from her dream
And feels his arms still around her
She rolls over, dreading the empty space

Her unwilling eyes open
As his meet hers, he smiles
And tells her "Good morning my love"

Published by nipsy

Writer of what may come to mind. From tips, to prose, to real life adventures. This is me.  View profile

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  • Ana Maria Alvarez5/16/2009

    The light is slowly burning...Marvelous imagery...the longing, the loneliness, the searching, the passion is all there! I love the last line!

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