In her dream,there is a Seagull,flying high,in skies above,

Crossing  over all the oceans,just to find His only love.

He might lose his destination,in the strong winds of the day,

He might get carried by wild waves,as He searches for his prey.

But in dreams ,He'll always be there,flying by so many lands,

till he makes it to the island, and find way to her warm hands.

In her dream there is a seagull,spreading his huge silver wings,

There's this girl always in waiting,thinking of him as She sings,

and Her voice echoes a signal, to the dolphins of the sea,

as they play in rhytmic splashes,transmitting a symphony.

And the Seagull hears the love song,of His Love from miles afar,

It is always the same love song,'My Heart s'always where you are'.

And this handsome flying creature,on a journey,there He goes,

hoping that one day he'll make it,hold His Love,so very close.

And His Love can't wait no longer ,watching rainbows everyday,

watching stars after each sunset,wishing He will find a way,

Find a way to be together,watch the world turning around,

Rest in their Home little love nest,Hear the waterfall's sweet sound.

There She lay,bare,naked,
lost,in a decoupage of dreams,
Mesmerized by Faces,
Faces with the same eyes,
the same smile,His smile!
She dreams and She is happy.
She feels him,His touch!
His  Hungry lips on  Her soft lips
His cheeks brushing Her Own,
His fingertips playing  on her
slender neck in upward
and downward movements.
His  dry mouth ******* sweet  nectar
from Her milk honey pulped breast.
His thighs brusing her long silk legs,
He nourishes his prey,with effection,
tender care,love and protection.
He feeds her with his Warmth,
misting the cold glass with his breath.
The mosaiced glass which traps Her
soul in a lonely scared desperate world.
He breathes her in,He gives her life
He gives all  that He is, to Her,
Her flesh molds with his own,
She moans,they  sweat,He sighs,
making love to her,gently,
as She begs Him for more.
There She lay,bare,naked,
lost in a decoupage of dreams,
The clock tick -tocks the time,
and ,the dream soon gone.
He kisses her forehead,
wraps her in a red blanket
of passion and yearn,
till he returns,till he finds her,
and splashes Her life
with water colours
once again. . . . . . . .