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Sean Florick Aug 2012
My heart it beats, right through my eyes,
Burning with desire and all that lies
Beneath your skin, much softer than mine
So soft it seems, to slow down time

Heart to heart and hips to hips,
Down your sides, run my fingertips
Feel the heat, the sweet smell of sweat
As we grow entangled the closer we get

Skin to skin and lips to lips
Down my sides, run your fingertips
Taste the salt and hear the rain
With nothing to lose and all to gain

Face to face we share our lives
We come together like twisting twine
Sharing our strength and so much more
But what, I ask, is all this for?

It’s just a dream; I’ve had of you,
A dream, it seems, will never do
Maybe I’m just, a sunlight gleam,
But I’ll keep dreaming, this one sweet dream.
Sean Florick Jul 2012
Who are you my vivacious queen?

I know where I’ve been

I Know what I’ve seen

You were once very sweet

Now selfish and mean

To do such things

To my poor old heart

Wouldn’t you know…

You were just playing a part

Your majesty, the court,

I declare, here on forth

My heart is locked up tight

Held in solitary

Because it likes to fight

It loves a good scrap

But it’s in love with the light

What to do, what to do?

My lovely queen, who are you?
Sean Florick Jul 2012
Lay your head

Down to sleep,

Dream sweet dreams

And count some sheep,

Billows of pillows

And warm cotton sheets,

Tonight you’re in

For a special treat,

I’m on your mind

And caught in your head,

Very, very soon

I’ll be in your bed,

Stars in the sky

And man in the moon,

This night I’ll dream

Of your beauty too,

So close your eyes

And fly with the breeze,

Tonight you’ll sleep

And be dreaming of me
Sean Florick Jul 2012
I can’t find the words

For they’ve escaped my mouth,

And now in the air

They’re wandering about,

Wondering who you are

Hovering ’round the Moon

Have you come too far?

Have we met too soon?

Though, you look so well

And you seem just as swell,

How were my eyes so lucky?

As upon your bright beauty they fell.
Sean Florick Jul 2012
I can’t quite make it out

Whether dream or real,

My thoughts run about

Like merry-go-rounds

And ceiling fans

Like lineage of kings crowns

I choose to believe

Whether dream or real

So my heart may feel relief

By comfort almost forgotten

Between love and loss

But has again begotten

— The End —