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| "In My Dreams" |
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My Dearest...What can I say? What words would be clear? You ask if I miss you, My answer...Only when I'm awake. Because in my sleep, you are there. You're in my final thoughts, As I lay myself down and close my eyes. It is then, when I relinquish all my burdens, And drift off to that place beyond. You quietly come to me in my dreams. Silently I sit, and watch, and wait, Not knowing why, but knowing I must. My mind reels with anticipation, And then, in an instant, there you are. You begin to approach me, You're wearing a broad smile, And I confess, "nothing more." I walk towards you as you near, Our eyes meet, no words are spoken. None are needed, for this is a dream. With outstretched arms you draw me close. I tremble and melt as our bodies embrace. You surround me in a wave of warmth, From the touch of your skin to mine. Holding on to you, my back slightly arched, I look into your eyes, and you lean down towards me. I cradle your face with my hands. With parted lips, they touch. The kiss is soft, but insistent, seemingly never ending. I trace your lips with my tongue And begin the exploration anew. I feel you...firm, and pressed against me. I reach down and touch you. With our passionate urgency so apparent, You lift and carry me towards the shadows. Then I wake from this dream unfulfilled, But smiling... Charlotte |
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