I dream of a place,
Where he is mine.
Where the arms that envelop me in their security,
Are His.
I dream of a place,
Where the lips that devour me
In their seek for passion and glory,
Are his.
I dream of place,
Where the eyes that pierce all the walls that I have meticulously built,
Are the same shade of golden brown,
As his.
And I dream of a place,
Where his voice soothes the apertures in my head,
Where his hand traces the tears that trickle down my cheek,
Where the warmth in his body, diffuses the cold in My heart.
I dream and I dream,
But in the end,
That's just what they are,
Dreams.
Sep 21, 2014
Sep 21, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
I dream of a place,
Where he is mine.
Where the arms that envelop me in their security,
Are His.
I dream of a place,
Where the lips that devour me
In their seek for passion and glory,
Are his.
I dream of place,
Where the eyes that pierce all the walls that I have meticulously built,
Are the same shade of golden brown,
As his.
And I dream of a place,
Where his voice soothes the apertures in my head,
Where his hand traces the tears that trickle down my cheek,
Where the warmth in his body, diffuses the cold in My heart.
I dream and I dream,
But in the end,
That's just what they are,
Dreams.
