When I think of dreams, I don't think of all of the majestic images of hope and sweetness. Everyday that shows itself to me tells me that dreams are not all candy and kisses. The work that you see here will not be as sweet as some of the people reading this will expect. For there is a deep dark spot in all of us one way or another and I think that I will show you part of mine. I am not saying that none of it will be sweet, because that isn't true. I believe in the beauty of dreams as well. I just don't think that all of it is sweet anymore. I don't have sweet dreams all of the time. Do you?
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Where I Live.
I live in a world Where men Are more than Lovers Where romance Is not Dead in the breeze And young men show it With gentlemanly ease Where kisses are Supreme And touches are sublime I know what You're thinking I live in a dream But Young men Still Kiss hands And though they Look at you With wanton eyes They will gracefully Leave before the Air melts Gently smiling Into the night Leaving wanting As if it were a gift Here where I live. ©1998 Cloudwalkers
All Naked And Warm
In the early light of dawn. I think of you I am convinced that you are not real For a moment you are nothing more than dream The touch of your hand dissolves this With that touch, I turn over There you are beside me all naked and warm My hands begin to run Over your eyebrows and lashes that make your eyes The soft redness of your lips that wait for kisses I look and see the sparkle in your eyes And there you are beside me All naked, all warm, and all mine My hand wanders over the strength of your broad shoulders Then deep into your secret places Somewhere along the way I forget that you are still there But when you reach to kiss me There you are beside me... All naked and warm...warmer than before (This is modified from the original, but I think that it comes out better this way.)
Have you ever been kissed so hard So deep You drop to your knees And thank God for lips? A kiss by surprise That takes you out of this world To the next Then in some imaginary spot In your mind The clothes, the music, the room... Gone. All Gone. You stop breathing. When it is over, you clench to his shirt Greedily wanting more. Your eyes glued shut - trembling Your lips feel like your mouth with red hots inside Burning. You bring him a little closer to you. You want to do it all over again.
Always
When I think of you All that comes to mind Is your soft pale skin Your warm pink lips moist with desire to kiss me And the feel of your hand Upon my cheek the chill of unbridled passion the delight it gives me to feel your Warm breath upon my icy skin on A cold winter's morn How, I revel in these things And in you Always
Searching
When, I lie in My bed I can see Your bare chest And the golden Wedding band On your finger I can hear Your laughter And you calling My name And I can feel The brush of Your hands Across my cheek And the softness Of your ever waiting mouth And I'm crying Because In this vision I can see, feel And hear Everything except Your face So I'm always Searching
