Dreamscape

A poem�s words can�t begin to detail
The beauty you seem to carry with grace�
And that lovely smile on your face.
Your skin as soft as an early morning sail,
Your eyes as intoxicating as a fine mug of ale.

But that can not describe you as a whole�
For the true beauty of you holds no bounds.
My knees shake at the way your voice sounds.
Your body & mind form an unequaled soul,
And your pillow talk is never dull.

Your hair is like an endless stream,
The smell of it sends me to bliss�
My heartbeat always rises when we kiss.
You�re my inspiration & my pen�s every theme.
You�re my main ingredient in the perfect dream.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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