In my mind, the dream always plays so good.
It goes from flowers to kisses in seconds.
I look at you and ponder if the risk will pay off with a great reward.
I just want to grab your face in my hands, and slowly work my way in; savoring every corner of your lips. I imagine how soft they will feel against my own.
I wonder how your 5 o'clock shadow would feel against the softness of my skin.
I wonder if the risk of just stealing your lips, if only for seconds, would release the tamed beast in me.
If you will kiss me with as much intensity as I would you.
I replay the scene of that stolen kiss, over and over again. Hoping and wishing that one day it will be real.
And when that day comes; I will steal them bravely as I did in this dream.
Steal kisses from you. Even though I know it will never be enough...
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Unconscious Soul
PoetryDiary of an insomniac... And falling In love for the first time... This secret place I built is poetry from deep inside my soul. I love bearing my raw self here, without the fear of being judged; only understood. It's not live, laugh, love. It's fa...
