I dreamt it once:
Gentle hands; fingers tracing lines
From spine to breast.
Long deep breaths flowing across my neck
Lips lingering to trace the heartbeat there.
The world turning like a top;
passion singing, swaying.
I dreamt it once again:
Hands touching, fingers laced, holding tighter
A long embrace.
Warm waves ascending from deep inside
Where passion alone resides.
Heart racing, labored breathing, eyes open -
Wide awake.
I imagined once:
You there, arms wrapped around;
Me securely in your embrace.
You leaning, me looking up into your eyes
Warm, soft butter lips against mine.
I imagined it again:
You walked into the room; confident
I looked away - ashamed I dreamt of you that way
You came closer still, and I could feel you near
Me hoping to hide - the shame I felt inside.
Every day I see you,
I dream and imagine it all over again.
I do not wish you to know,
But do enjoy these daydreams so.
One day you did not come,
My heart breaking - I wept inside.
I wish to keep you - afraid to lose the dream
My heart is breaking - I weep inside.
About the Creator
Rebecca A Hyde Gonzales
I started writing when I was about eight years old. I love to read and I also love to create. As a writer and an artist, I want to share the things that I have learned and experienced. Genres: Fiction, non-fiction, poetry, and history.
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