Thoughts: The Boy From The Lake

I met a boy from the lake
On one sweltering summer’s day
Who came up to me
And he spake
That he wanted to be mine
My love
My life, my partner
My song

He was so fair, so handsome, and so debonair
That I couldn’t bring myself to speak
This had been the best day that I had in weeks

This boy from the lake
Told me that he
Wanted to be my lover
My partner, my eyes were open
But my mind could not believe that someone so beautiful
Had chosen me
To love
To cherish
To spend some time
And that day he was truly mine all mine

He was not just an average guy might I add
He did have some cool points
His breath wasn’t bad
He had lovely brown eyes
Black hair and his complexion was tan
Damn, he was some kind of man

He looked at me with longing
And then I knew it was true
Then he took my hand, and slowly he said
I love you…
I smiled and cried at the very same time
My wait was over, his heart and hands were in mine
Then he took me to his dwelling place
And I think you know what we did do
We made love, oh yeah
Love, through and through
For moments and moments more he was inside me
Holding me, kissing me
Our love was free
It was so beautiful
And I felt so damn good
Because he was loving me for me
Like I felt no one else could

After we made love,
He got up and proceeded to walk away
I said, Why, would you leave me this way
Are you saying the time we spent together means nothing too
That I was just some lay, a trick for you
In that moments time I thought what sure was real
I guess I was just taken away by your appeal

Then I remembered,
This wasn’t what it did seem
Because it turns out as I slept one night
It was only a fantasy I’d had, a dream

But of course, it’s in my subconscious so
It has to mean something

I am up now, here with nothing
But I guess my wish still remains
True, I wish to meet a lover
Someday, that I will do

11/29/2007

Posted on 11/30/2007
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