After placing the final stop on her thoughts , slumber knocks on the doors of her eyelids and she gladly opens its,submitting into tempting darkness, into her mind scape ,into her imaginations and dreams,into her fantasy.
He's a dream that teases my mind.
An spoken wish I have hoped my whole life,
His fragments fill my void,
My vulnerable mind is held captive by him .
Cuff my hands and enslave me!
His alluring aura filled in my head space.
Under the moonlight he rose out of the the stillness of the rivers,have its light illuminate your dominance in the darkness of the night.
I humbly crawl under as my fingers creep from the broodiness of his back,having the feel of his firm but tender flesh under my touch leaving its imprints on his moonlit skin marking it.....as mine!
Rivelets of water partake a lustful journey on his frame from the damp silk locks of his hair as I greedily watch it travel down ,gliding slowly ,uncertain on where to pass but sure of where to end.
With two bodies clung in a loving embrace white against black are left lost in the outskirts of reality.
I sadly flutter my lashes in the realization that its nothing but yet another dream but the warmth and power around me speaks that He was here as I wait again for another blissful encounter for another night.
With the sun shining its light so bright .... she leaves.
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Map Of The Souls
PoetryLost letters of lost souls... Wondering... hoping... for the day they would see each other... Therefore, with a parchment and a quill in hand, they put magic on the sheet to draw their way out and maybe... Just maybe... Find each other sooner than l...
