My Dream Lover
His breath
The breeze of the ocean beneath my window
His hands
The tangled, silken sheets
portraying my most wicked of fantasies
His eyes
The silver of the moon
And his hair
The oppressive darkness sliding...caressing
My Dream Lover
A man with the makings of reality
Made of substances that exist in my little mind-induced cove
The time for the sun is never a wanted but always a needed
For if the sun never came up
The longing that makes my moments with him so enticing, so fulfilling
will never be there for me to share with
My Dream Lover
A contest entry
- Write Me Another Life PW's ALLOWED by Intricate Wordsmith.
600 points, ended November 10, 60 entries
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