In Our Dreams - Poem by Elizabeth Forrest
I lay awake in my bed thinking of you, fantasizing about you. The way you stare at me. I am vexed by the site of your eyes. I stare into them, get lost in them. Familiar, warm and comforting. You hold me in your eyes and your mind. The connection I feel burning and staining deep inside me. My body aching for your touch. I wonder when our eyes are locked in this secret embrace what you are thinking. I wonder if you lay in your bed thinking and dreaming the same. I close my eyes and imagine you next to me. The heat from your body radiating against my own. I look at you, feeling your breath against my face, our eyes locked upon one another. You lean over and our lips meet. We wrap our arms around each other pulling tighter into this kiss never loosing site of one anothers eyes. The intensity of this passion between us growing. Time seems to stand still as our bodies become one, the world fading away. This dream so real that I can taste the sweat upon your lips, feel your hands grasping at my body, holding me tighter, as if you can't believe I am real. Suddenly I am awakened to find that you are not here, and the room is suddenly cold. Sadly I lay in my bed and close my eyes. Pondering how my dream could feel so real. Imagining that in this trance like state we come together. Two bonded souls lost so long ago finally reunited. I want you in the real world but am forced to supress my feelings and my desires. Dying each and everyday not being able to be with you. Only in your eyes do I come alive, only in your arms am I happy and only in our dreams can we be free.
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