Lost, searching, yearning, wanting, all that we can consume.
Beauty, grace, strides and rides, the scent of her sweet perfume.
Her gentle touch of silk-like fingers, carassing my face.
Teasing invitations, pure admiring passions so tenderly race.
Dreaming in the daylight sun, my mind now stuck on 'run'.
Flashes,,,, laughing, dancing, Two hearts so full of bliss.
Sensual exhaled moans, tiny weeping whispers, her hot wet kiss.
Where is this vision, near, far, just in my head, or am I dead?
Struggling to see her, frantic,,screams,,turn to panic!
Ohhh, again I wake. To see she's not laying next to me.
Just a dream of what once was, is now never to be.




Sleep old poet, so dreams can set you free...

soon my old friend you can dream and wake up with your woman next to u it will happen one day but a great wright

a toast to a great soul and a great writer

to the poet in all of us

Three replies,,,cool,,I am moving UP in this place,,,,wink,
THANK YOU,,,,,for reading, and for sharing with me your thoughts,,
I try,,,,and I live,,so the in-betweens,,,,,are,me....

I must go write some more,,,,,,,maybe,,wait,,,,I should maybe go
and start taking pictures instead,,,,lol,lol

Can I order up some nice dreams too?

one day, one day Terry, it will come true

Teri
such a tender soul you are.

Weave

Weave me a warm,
To hold me in.
Caress me with your sweetness.
Again, again.
And when our morning song gives rise,
T'will only be heard,
Love's soft coo, sighs.

Raine Les 11/21/2009

Thanks for the words and the read.
and life, living, and the wondering thoughts we all face or come to See, show here as words only to be cleared and re-typed to make another heart feel its thoughts,wink..

(((T)))