My mom asks me, why is it
that I sleep so much
She questions if I think reality is good enough
I don't have the courage to tell her that
I prefer dreams
And I can't seem to muster up
the right words to say
reality is exhausting
and all I do is feel
I feel everything
whether intensely
passionately
and I don't know how much longer
I can take these emotions gnawing at my tongue
Or if I handle the scratching in the back of my throat
begging me to say how I truly feel
And I know better then to tell her
that in my dreams
are where I can meet
up with you
This fantasy
A timeless taunting
vision
of you and I
together
At least in dreams
I won't be tortured by the inability to touch you
I pull you in
tightly
as your willing to be swallowed
immersed
I'd be submissive to your touch
At least in dreams
I can listen to your heart beat
as you listen to mine
and my heart frantically drums at my rib cage
just from the thought of you
beside me
In dreams I can even leave small peaks
along your collar bone
I can intertwine our trembling fingers
and
leave
lazy traces
of me
over your flesh
At least in dreams
I can swallow your enchanting sighs
with our mingling lips
then use my fingertips
to study the rise and fall
of your hips
In my dreams
I will use my tongue to write poetry
permanently
along your satisfied skin
I know that in dreams
there's a chance
you'll love me.
Jul 6, 2015
Jul 6, 2015 at 10:13 PM UTC
My mom asks me, why is it
that I sleep so much
She questions if I think reality is good enough
I don't have the courage to tell her that
I prefer dreams
And I can't seem to muster up
the right words to say
reality is exhausting
and all I do is feel
I feel everything
whether intensely
passionately
and I don't know how much longer
I can take these emotions gnawing at my tongue
Or if I handle the scratching in the back of my throat
begging me to say how I truly feel
And I know better then to tell her
that in my dreams
are where I can meet
up with you
This fantasy
A timeless taunting
vision
of you and I
together
At least in dreams
I won't be tortured by the inability to touch you
I pull you in
tightly
as your willing to be swallowed
immersed
I'd be submissive to your touch
At least in dreams
I can listen to your heart beat
as you listen to mine
and my heart frantically drums at my rib cage
just from the thought of you
beside me
In dreams I can even leave small peaks
along your collar bone
I can intertwine our trembling fingers
and
leave
lazy traces
of me
over your flesh
At least in dreams
I can swallow your enchanting sighs
with our mingling lips
then use my fingertips
to study the rise and fall
of your hips
In my dreams
I will use my tongue to write poetry
permanently
along your satisfied skin
I know that in dreams
there's a chance
you'll love me.
(a rough draft) Thanks for reading!
