DreamLess Dreamer


Your Heart Chooses Who ♥


He gazes in
My eyes.

He loves to see
My smile.

I glitter in his mind.

He holds me close.
Long.
Tight.
Not forceful,
But gentle, soft.

The warmth of his b o d y
Up against m i n e.

I do not
Protest.

I may even
Enjoy it.
Savor It.
Possibly
Want more.

His hands glide
Up
and
Down,
Up
And
Down
My
Skin

Sending sparks
Up
And
Down,
Up
And
Down
My
Body

I catch his eye,
Big, chocolate brown.
They smile,
I smile back.

But, I soon realize,

His heart has a
h o m e

And it's not inside of
m i n e

Submitted: Wednesday, June 16, 2010

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  • Cain XXX (6/16/2010 8:36:00 AM)

    how terribly sad. yet how terribly accurate. i think this is one of the poems a lot of people are likely to be able to identify with. thank you for sharing. (Report) Reply

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