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Why Sleep?
by Anne EngelenSeductively wrapped
by sweet nothings whispered
forming a cocoon
A magical place
where ecstasy's raised
and fantasies bloom
Hearing,
not the words
but the breathing
Feeling,
the fantasy come to life
My touch,
directly leading me
to some kind of afterlife
Satisfied,
numb and dazed
you leave me
incredibly amazed
You,
the key to this new eternity
sleep's no longer a part of me
08/09/2002 Posted on 09/07/2002
Copyright © 2024 Anne Engelen
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Rusty C Arquette on 11/26/02 at 01:40 PM Life is too short for sleep when you have a playful partner to share bedspace through the wee hours the night - You have caught this image in an economy of words - Very nice, Anne - RCat |
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