Awake but Dreaming

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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

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3 Comments
AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
Nicely done...

I think you made up your mind...You want him so badly.

Bridget69Bridget69about 19 years ago
Thought provoking

Greatly reflects the hopes and uncertainties one might experience regarding the object of their affection. Nicely done!

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Taleabout 19 years ago
dreamy

wonderful poem,

questions that run through

all of us at one time or another

excellent poetry