by Mark Maxey

The movement of your hand in the secretness of the night
Led to me
But also to my dreams

Reality of the dream
Caresses my needs…my desire

The movement of your tongue upon my sweaty body
In the moonlights glow
Stills the dream

Time stood still as we made love
Upon my bed on that hot June night

The electricness of the spontaneity shocked my reality

I wanted more than you
But you gave to me my dream several times

My dream fulfilled and so are my needs

The memory will last
But our friendship did not


Posted on 01/27/2005
Copyright © 2021 Mark Maxey

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