This here is a fragmentation
Of my delicious delusion
Did I dream you
Do you actually exist
At times it feels
As if you were here next to me
At other times
It feels like you were long ago
I still feel your skin under mine
Gently kneadin', always needin'
More, urgently pushin', pressin'
Hot wet friction overwhelmin'
It was that way
Please tell me that's the way it was
It was that way
Last night in my dreams, you were there
Under the covers, whisperin'
And lovin', touchin' each other
Weavin' our passion together
Dreamin' of you
A good, good dream
A dream very
Like the dream Verlaine often dreamed
One that can still dispel my grief
A dream of you that will sustain
Until next you appear to me
Weavin' this dream with the others
Of you to see me through the night
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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