Dreams

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    Dreams

    My mind screamed out 'Make love to me'
    My body screamed out 'Make love to me'
    He did more than that

    Without a word
    Without a thought
    He touched, licked, kissed, nibbled, and sucked on places that my body
    thought had lost feeling

    Passion, Desire, Lust
    He knew just what I wanted
    From the top of my head to the tip of my toes

    I shivered
    Cried out
    Then fainted

    The rush of sensation passed through my body
    It made all the tiny hairs stand up on end
    Just a touch and all of my feeling came back to me
    From just his touch

    I fell asleep that night - peaceful
    Only to awake the next morning and realize that he was already gone
    Just a dream
    I don't know; but when he comes back we shall start all over again
    and again
    and again

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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