"DREAMS"

"DREAMS"

As I lay upon my bed, many thoughts run through my head. I close my eyes and try to sleep, but visions of dreams appear to me. I'm in a deep sleep; feels so real to me. Why does this always happen to me, when I fall into a deep sleep? My dreams are full of creativity, but shows so much passion you see. In my dreams it feels like someone's  inside of me, caressing my every being. I can feel their touch, smell their scent, but I just can't physically touch them or see their face. It's so absolute! The sounds I hear are so very clear. I have to remember where I'm at from time to time because I can feel myself start to moan out loud, but something stops me, wonder what it could be? My dreams to me are only a "fantasy."

By: Janice Rorie

5/29/15

This poem is about: 
Me

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