Dream or Not a Dream

 

Feeling the cold air sweep my hair away from my face, tears streaming down leaving a trail of pain.

 

Just dying to know what your skin feels like against mine.

Just dying to know what your lips feels like against mine and other places.

 

Feeling weak at the knees, waiting. 

Yearning for this everlasting kiss to seal our love

and my fate. Take me away from all I fear and

give me strengthen to make my pain go away.

The power my touch affects you and only one,

as your touch does to me.

 

Just dying to know what your eyes want to tell me.

Just dying to know what your heart wants to give to me.

 

Feeling your arms embrace me.

I fall deeper into your spell as I look into your eyes, wanting an answer why things are the way they are.

My body is in your control; I am your puppet for you to dance the way you want.

 

As you touch my neck, I bend my head back in bliss.

Your hand slowly moving down my neck to my chest and back up my neck. My head moves exposing the naked skin, nothing in the way. Another teardrop falls from my eye and you softly wipe it away.

 

You kiss my lips gently, looking into my eyes taking me deeper, deeper into your soul.

You kiss me deeper, tighten you embrace on me making sure I will not be taken away.

Control is not even in our minds as we fall,

fall into the abyss of hunger.

All my troubles are miles away, my mind does not think of the next thing I have to do.

 

I am taken to a place I have not seen before. You carry me in your arms and lay me on a bed with silk sheets and a rose on the pillow.

 

My eyes entrapped in your hazel stare;

touching my skin makes me travel deeper into a place you only take me.

 

The kisses become deeper and deeper. I feel you move down my body touching it softly and kissing it gently.

You move to my soft neck and rub you hand down to my chest. Kissing your way up to my neck and I feel what I wanted.

 

I awaken, heart pounding.

I sit up noticing the sheets of the bed are in disarray like in my dream.

Sweat moistened the sheets. 

I smile to myself and say, just think that was a dream.

I feel a pain at my neck.

I rub the back of my neck and then to the front. I notice my hand has a wet feeling and I see blood on my hand.

 

January 5, 2003