Wishing I knew the feeling of having you aside me on a cloudy day
rain on top of rain

I'm parched with your presence.
No escaping in mind
No escaping
My world folds

I've lived to dive in between your arms with a gentle breeze brushing against the tiny hairs on your neck. My precious limestone you are; the walking life in my existence you've came to be.

No telling in the time I'll crash
No space within my soul
My found soul no longer cold

Bring me to the day I'll wake up, my medium size hands touching my face, my breath getting heavier, and my heart skipping a beat

What a dream
What a dream
What a dream
You were

Too much to handle with my fantasy; your beautiful mind and feminism has over flooded  my mind with questions

Spear me I beg
Hear me

I'm full spiritually with hope that the day's will bring you back to me whole and not portions of my desires
No mind tricks from imagination

A one to love
A one to be loved
And a romantic death

I'll love you when those days become promising
I'll love you without the promising days

By: Leory Santana Dawn