Dreaming Poem by Chris Embrick

Dreaming



Were those your soft lips
That just brushed against my cheek
If you're still asleep
Then surely I was dreaming
That we were still making love.

Wednesday, August 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dreaming
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Chris Embrick

Chris Embrick

Commerce, Georgia
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