~I Dreamt Of Her Last Night~
I dreamt of her last night.
We made love for the first time.
Her lips tasted so good;
Like a finely aged wine.
We shared unselfishly;
our bodies unbound.
Nothing could be heard
but our frictions’ sweet sound.
The shades were lowered,
refusing to give into the light.
We survived by the sensation of heat,
no longer needing sight.
If her breath would suddenly cease
my breath would follow in part;
Because we had become one,
beating a lone passionate heart.
She moved like an angel
and felt like a cloud.
And I thanked the Lord the love,
He so freely endowed.
When I awoke from the sun,
real as it seemed,
A tear streaked my face
for it was only dream.
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