Dreams
Hands shaking I awake my dream had been so real. Wishing for realness and love he always come to my dreams. His hands were caressing and my breath was quickening as he layed me down on the bed. His face was covered and I could not see. But I knew he wasn't a real man for me.Each night he appears this man of my dreams but I know he isn't real. His hands may caress but my mind is a mess for he is not real to me.
There is no such thing as a man of this stature waiting there for me, for he was once alive you see.
His face may be covered, but his eyes are blue and his body is telling me just how good it can feel to fall in love with a man if only in my dream.
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