Tuesday, May 4, 2010

LOVER OF MY DREAMS.

Each and every night
You wake me up
I am not able to protest
I am your prisoner.
I think about you everyday
I think about what you would do?
I can almost hear you speak
We have a conversation in my head
You take a bath with me
Gently scrub my back
Kiss my neck
And in the dead of the night
You make sweet love to me.
It is was a fantasy
Now it is becoming reality.
Gently I touch your face
Whisper your name
You hold me in your arms
As we stare into the night.
You hold me tight
As we sleep through the night.
And in the morning
In the morning
In the morning you are gone
Like a thief from the night.

©thelma migue, 2010

From the cizoepoetry collection.

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