You used to be this beautiful dream
Now I just want you to stop haunting me.
You come to me in the dead of night.
Oh, the ways in which you steal
my reason and common sense.
There are two pairs of the most beautiful eyes
looking at me a bit below my navel.
A beard tickling my thighs,
hands moving from my hips, to my rib cage and further,
a gasp that made one hand go over my mouth.
The most profound sensation taking over my body,
two hands keeping down my hips so I wouldn’t twist away
from your mouth in pleasure.
Wait, I am dreaming again.
The poem is from my first poetry book Rehab which can be purchased on Amazon.
Such a great effort.. lovely
Wow! Loved this!!!! Mmmm, Love dreams and imaginings!!! 😊💕🌹
Beautiful
Nice twist at the end.
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