I saw you flying in a dream of yore
You were naked save a scarf on your ass
I was caressing your stomach for more
Skin down below and around all your brass
I saw you again in factual life
You were dressed save all your clothes on the floor
You were still far from becoming my wife
I was already yours from much before
I saw you above me floating in glee
As you moved to and fro repeatedly
I wondered whether I will now agree
To see your self as my new deity
I saw you falling asleep on my chest
With your face pressing against my heart’s crest
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders3 days ago in Fiction
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This was so beautifully written! Fantastic work!