- Non-Erotic Poetry
- She Walks Through My Dreams
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Eyes like the full moon when it sits quietly above,
staring deep into a lake with a celestial love,
reflecting perfectly against its glassy surface,
two full moons exist in her divine countenance.
She walks through my dreams, her dress trailing behind her,
where her feet touch the earth, grow beautiful flowers.
With her deepening smile, she seems close to real,
her soft, pale skin is something I can almost feel.
She smells faintly of dreams, of that sweet intoxication,
of Fantasies beyond my wildest imagination.
Wearing the truest of emotions as a fragrant perfume,
her enamoring scent starts to fill the room.
She walks through my dreams, her lips opening slightly,
she shimmers and blurs, having finished her journey.
Stepping from the depths of my slumbering visions,
she enters the realm of human manifestations.
I awaken to my angel, no longer a dream.
How blessed am I, that she loves someone like me.
