The Substance Of My Dreams

Dedicated to the King that has yet to come for me. I love you and wait for your arrival. Your Queen to Be sending messages to your spirit from mines...

  

He took my soul into his hands…

And like a washing with soap and water

He lathered me up in his love

Until all the aching parts of me were gone.

He smiles when I speak,

And likes to listen to me ramble when I think.

 He isn’t into drinking unless he’s sipping on me.

He doesn’t need liquor because I am intoxicating.

He tastes me with his eyes…

Drinking in every pore on my face

And loving every blemish

As if they are in the perfect place…

Some days he kisses old scars on my knees,

Laughing at how they have been there since I was three,

Yearning to understand how each came to be.

And inside I giggle at the thoughts of being the center of his heart~

There is this look he gets when I am in the thick of it,

And stand on every inch of his nerves.

But he never gives me what I deserve,

And under his frown a grin is exposed.

 He makes me feel I can do no wrong,

As if he can’t help but to pull me close.

See, he makes love to my soul.

This is what makes me lose control…

I have a man that can really feel it,

And he does that through our spirits.

Touch is a bonus we can do with or without,

Cause our connection takes us to places most only dream about.

See, inside his arms I find whole galaxies.

And he finds his whole universe inside of me.

Content he is to confide in me,

Knowing it is safe for him to hide in me.

And I am his greatest escape.

As for Wonders of the World he named me the eighth.

I am the island of his paradise in which he relates.

My voice becomes the waves of the ocean and seas.

 When he whispers into my ears he hears the ocean’s breeze.

When he needs to relax, relate, and release…

He lies his head on my chest and listens to his heart beat.

When days are tough and long he becomes stronger inside of me

And I gently rock my King to sleep as he smiles bashfully,

Praising me.

He takes me to the deepest depths under his skin.

My head is a place where he rests his chin,

While we cuddle up undoing what the day has done

Hard to be upset on any day knowing at the end of it I’ll see his face

And taste his love from head to toe,

Through flesh and soul to the core of his being

And I say this because I mean it…

It’s like knowing God in flesh,

Because in him I find God’s very best.

And now, I rest easy on the heartbreaks of the past,

So glad those other counterfeit loves didn’t last.

With him and me you don’t have to ask.

Our love shows the world it is all of that. 

And When I quietly pray at the end of my nights

I know I had to have done something right

To rise and sleep with this King by my side…

To share my life with the inspiration for artistic expressions,

My living, breathing, walking Blessing…

Making love to every molecule of me

I can’t help but to fall down on my knees

One look in his eyes and I can’t help but to see

The substance of my dreams in love with me~