Dream LoverA Poem by ;A poem that just came to me...
Previous Version This is a previous version of Dream Lover. 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 oppresive 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 © 2009 ;
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Added on May 19, 2009Last Updated on May 19, 2009 Author
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