~~
behind the shadow a distinct lost dream  
standing opposite of a long bridge
crossing through the middle cutoff
see the river flowing beneath

illusive calling but can't go
on the edge a dark sharp sign  
known voices floating over
echoing an ego which cover the shadow

how many days offset!
and try to touch the last sunset
still silhouette stands on the shore
what is mystic that always opens the door

the river bumping with waves
between the broken parts of the bridge
passing a phase of life on the ridge
yet subconscious grew a cohesion of dream
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen

In my dreams ..
You've kissed me
With such passion
My body shudders
In uncontrolled emotion
You've taken my soul
Into new dimensions
Every nerve alive
With forgotten sensations
You've painted my skin
Wth your carnal tongue
I'm a slave to your rhythm
My ecstasy sung
I'm caught in your touch
Imprisoned like a bird
In the cage of your presence
Captive I purrrrrrr
Filling my senses
With sweet erotica
Between my thighs
Waves of pleasure
At my very core
I quiver and flutter
On the edge of delirium
Gasping in utter
Wild abandon
Wanting and greed
I take you inside me
Moaning with need
I cling in desperation to
This exquisite fantasy  
Weaving enchantment  
Until eventually .....
I wake up lonely
Because you are only
In my dreams*

(C) Pixievic

Soft, the Morning Dove,
does greet the new sunrise.
Calling me to waken,
wipe sleep from my eyes.
Drawn to my garden,
as sunlight starts to breach,
to lay a golden crown,
upon mountains, out of reach.
As a gentle breeze comes,
calm and serene I kneel.
dance, the delicate blossoms,
so on their petals revealed.
Fresh morning dew.
Perhaps to take a sip,
would taste of flowers,
sweet upon my lips.

two smiles framed
by the glorious moonlight
two sets of eyes
glitter within the darkness
two lips, each one
entwined in the other
a makeshift dress, as white
as the surrounding billows
of snow
a single ring to be presented, a
shining symbol to express ones love
for the other
and as the wind howls through the
darkened trees, etched into the sky,
and as the snow falls with more vigor
every second,
two words are repeated
from two people,
two lovers,
i do.