The girl that haunts my dreams.
Every night luring me in with her romanic schemes.
Long red hair draped around her face.
Ivory skin and a chubby waste.
Pretty eyes of emerald green.
Full of love like I have never seen.
I would die to kiss them sweet pink lips.
And to really be touched by her finger tips.
She comes to me every night,
wanting my love and to hold her tight.
Her voice is so soft and sweet,
She makes me feel so complete.
With her, the light of love and hope shines a beautiful bright beam.
But then I wake up and realize, it was nothing more than a dream.
Author notes
it took me a week to come up with this poem. there is this beautiful girl that haunts my thoughts and dreams quite a lot. i have no idea who she is or anything. i suppose she is just a fantasy. or a dream woman. but i thought perhaps writing about her would help. i rly hope ya'll like
Please tell me what you think
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'She comes to me every night
Wanting my love and to hold her tight'
...The same happens to me...and to all girls who love girls...
Kisses all over you...every night...
Gal
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yes i did like your poem dreams are so interesting don't ya think? i myself have very vivid dreams and have to convince myself that it didn't happen when i wake up. maybe she is someone you will meet in the future or something...ya never know...
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thank you for ur comment. i do frequently have deja-vu in some cases. i am hoping she is one of them. but i rly dont want to make the thoughts and stuff out to be more than what they are... some people believe i am thinking too much in to this. but. if she is just a dream. then i dont want to wake up.
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