Occult Dreams

Me

And you.

It was a dream.

It still is a dream.

 

Eyes

Dark pools

A soft kiss

On each of them

It still is a dream.

 

Trail

fingers

‘Round that face

Succulent lips.

It still is a dream.

 

Breathe

Your scent.

Beads of sweat

Masculine musk

It still is a dream.

 

You

You’re mine

You and I

Calling them Us.

It still is a dream.

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About meenavid

Pensive thinker. Jumping bean. Loud thoughts. Loudmouth. Extreme. Ordinary. Twenty and something but what the heck, still a kid. Make a happy mess everywhere- or not. Indecisive. You see? Sigh.

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