Awake but Dreaming

I am awake, but I close my eyes.
Visions of him run through my mind.
I feel his soft full lips press against mine.
This kiss is sweet yet wildly passionate.

I feel his hands roam my body.
I feel the heat pouring off him in waves.
I can sense his yearning and desire.
He wants me and I want him immensely.

We were two and now we’ve become one.
I feel bliss as if it were a tangible object.
I hold on to ecstasy as it pulls me higher.
I am high, drugged on lust, passion, and desire.

I squeeze my eyes shut tightly.
Slowly I open them.
The vision fades like a mist.
Awake but dreaming, the victim of a vivid imagination.

I am here and he is there.
I long to be with him again.

Could this be love?
What is love really?
I think I love him.
Does he love me?

God, don’t let me mess this up.
God, I don’t want to be heartbroken.
God, I am scared.

Does happily ever after exist anymore?

I want him.


Awake but Dreaming
by: missygail©
2/13/2005 1:22:49 AM