She walks through my dreams

Each and every eve.

Her swirling dress catches my eye

I watch her closely

Looking for the chance,

The opportunity to speak,

To share a word or two.

I dance with her in my dreams,

Her legs, long and lovely.

We hold each other tight

In the sweet embrace of a tango.

We make love in my dreams,

Our bodies sliding back and forth

In such wanton abandon.

Our lust lasts through the night

As we slide in and out

Tongues flicking here, there

Everywhere.

She is always in my dreams

I loathe the waking...

01/08/2008

Author's Note: I have this reoccurring dream...

Posted on 01/08/2008
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