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I want to be your fantasy-

The hidden desire that suffocates at night

under the smooth touch of your fingers.

To be the unspoken name that lingers

between wet lips with wants your tongue

wipes away like a sip of sweet wine.

An arousing sense flowing down your spine

when images of flesh sweaty and tight

fills your daydreams in a sunny afternoon.

I want to be your full moon

with rising tides waiting to drown me

under wild desires flowing in your skin,

I want to be your fantasy and your sin-

October 10, 2019
“I want her to melt into me, like butter on toast. I want to absorb her and walk around for the rest of my days with her encased in my skin.

I want.”
― Sara Gruen
Good night my love
Alone I lay
The heart grows heaver
With the end of day
A wandering mind
In a maze of rhymes
Gathering poetry
From vanished times
Lovers eyes
Slit the night
A poetic mind
Possesses sight
To see the wrong
In an artistic light
Where the beauty
Of pain sadly ignites
And there a spark
In the dread of dreams
A mirror reflection
Of what could have been
While alone I lay
In my dark room
Rocking and a rolling
And a howling
At the moon
Traveler Tim
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