It starts.
I feel the quiver,
The heat of it.
My curiosity grows.
I quest for knowledge,
teasing answers form lips and fingertips.
My imagination ignites.
My mind wanders,
it shows me what would happen were all my wants delivered.
I begin to dream.
Flashes of color,
Limbs entwined and hearts combined.
I wake.
Sobering thoughts,
I then see reality and long for dreams again.
Jan 30, 2014
Jan 30, 2014 at 12:30 AM UTC
It starts.
I feel the quiver,
The heat of it.
My curiosity grows.
I quest for knowledge,
teasing answers form lips and fingertips.
My imagination ignites.
My mind wanders,
it shows me what would happen were all my wants delivered.
I begin to dream.
Flashes of color,
Limbs entwined and hearts combined.
I wake.
Sobering thoughts,
I then see reality and long for dreams again.
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