Dreams
Through the lush green grass,
she waited to hold me
our smiles in sync
as we walked on the beach.
her hands her heart
in mine,
feeling intertwined,
like twine
I thought it a dream
but it felt quite real
She teased me thus,
"touch me not,
come back tomorrow"
yet pulled me closer
her skin getting warmer
forward to the
setting that was the sun
and we were
reaching the peak
the climax that was
our bliss
it was enveloping,
covering the earth
and the clouds
our bodies making
rivers and floods
long as the Nile
earth quakes with
each thrust
and thunder
with each groan,
the ground could barely
take it, for the earth
was shaking
our bodies in action
started to convulse
and under the heaving
that was our breathing,
we were almost
at that boiling point
where it was getting too hot
the river banks started melting,
crushed by the heat
and the pressure,
the hunger felt too real,
too deep, too filled,
with this trembling unreal
the story had to be cut short,
and thus, I awoke
for It happened the 3rd time
that week,
I was dreaming,
she dreamed about me.
BMS
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