Lost, searching, yearning, wanting, all that we can consume.
Beauty, grace, strides and rides, the scent of her sweet perfume.
Her gentle touch of silk-like fingers, carassing my face.
Teasing invitations, pure admiring passions so tenderly race.
Dreaming in the daylight sun, my mind now stuck on 'run'.
Flashes,,,, laughing, dancing, Two hearts so full of bliss.
Sensual exhaled moans, tiny weeping whispers, her hot wet kiss.
Where is this vision, near, far, just in my head, or am I dead?
Struggling to see her, frantic,,screams,,turn to panic!
Ohhh, again I wake. To see she's not laying next to me.
Just a dream of what once was, is now never to be.




Sleep old poet, so dreams can set you free...