Floating, drifting, flying free
Holding, caressing, your arms around me
The longing of your touch,
the want of it being too much.
Like a flower, blooming in the spring,
These emotions that you bring
Make me wish to flaunt and dance
to run and prance
But most of all, you make me free.
Beautiful dreamer, holding me
Hold me a little longer,
My heart you have conquered.
Mysteries, Miseries, Disease of the mind,
When I'm with you, all fades over time.
Blessed Angel, that kisses me deep,
When I die, my heart do keep.
But alas, it is just a dream,
and I am just a dreamer.
But this is a dream called life,
A dream created by the greatest schemer.
And as long as I am held in this chamber,
this bedroom to lust,
I will forever love you,
I shall forever be yours.
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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beautiful
you make excellent use of metaphor, its a very deep poem, i love it.
