Endless Sleep

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A poem about separated lovers
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DampKitten
DampKitten
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Last night, you came inside my dream.
Though desert heat would have us keep
our love apart, you poured a stream
and left me wanting endless sleep.
.
Your kiss erased the space between
our tangled bodies thrusting deep,
but light would seep a blinding sheen
and left me wanting endless sleep.
.
Awake, I lunge against the sun
that fades your form. Let darkness sweep
away the morn. You made us one
and left me wanting endless sleep.
.
Last night you came inside my dream
and left me wanting endless sleep.

DampKitten
DampKitten
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Satyr61Satyr6128 days ago

Really romantic & beautiful.

Mark_Loves_CoffeeMark_Loves_Coffee28 days ago

❤️💕💜 beautiful. I do so love dreams like this 💋💞

great lovergreat lover28 days ago

This could have been better

Paul4playPaul4play28 days ago

Beautiful imagery and passion.

HottieOlwenHottieOlwen29 days ago

If you and I ever shared a bed

Sleep wouldn't enter my head

We'd cwtch* and we'd cuddle

And make a fragrant wet puddle

And sixty nine till we're both well fed.

🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟

* a cwtch is a unique Welsh way of cuddling.

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