*when he lay beside me in the ink of dreamy nighttime poems. I could hear the peaceful Waters of lazy mountain streams.
or the cry of a dolphin far far away in the guiding light of the sea.
Even his dreams sparkled with sunbeams. and the whispers of oceans.
His breathing in his sleep sang lullabies from a dreamy river bank.
And when he touched me with his fingertips. it spoke in a language that needed no words. But with the primeval sounds Of sea creatures.
As we swam in the deep mystical waters of the piscean sea. He held my hand as we explored the streams of life. within the magical realm of his gentle kingdom.
It's tough writing as a woman phew Maybe it's tough being one Who knows Jude