Infatuation
A poem about a dream of infatuation with a person never met
I dreamed a dream
you smiled a shiny smile
your hair harassed and hurried
the wind withered and wilted
your glare glanced and glided
my excitement, sensitivity,
and sweetness.
When you kissed my lips
I quivered with a varied leap
and awoke to your awaiting mating
frame, on my flimsy floundering mind.
I could hear your heartbeat
pumping sublimely.
I quivered as you lingered
waiting for you to speak
as my eyelids quivered
your grinning gleam
your blue eyes sparkling
as I touched your stubbly skin
knowing how much
I wanted you
to be real.
©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.
Also published on Medium.com
About the Creator
Denise Larkin
A writer of a BA with honours (2.1) in Arts & Humanities recently gained a Creative Writing Master's Degree. She writes poetry, fictional short stories, and is the author of the Time to Run series, Darkness and The Non-Human.<aT.
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