Dream #4

Early
In the
Morning
Your tapping
On
My thoughts
Gently
Invading
The lining
Of my
Mentals
With
Sentimental
Ideas of
You undressing
My wetness…

Touching
My words
With such
Warmness
That I can feel
The literal
Design of
You in
The divide
Of me

Where steam
Meets
Heat
And conscious
Forgets
Reasoning
As you slip
Within
Slits
Splitting
My
Tangible
Imagination…

Then I wake
With
Regrets to
The sun
Because your
No where
To be
Seen

But
Ah…

What a
Dream.
©Tam1/24/15

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