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Dreams
Your fingers creep around
The edge of the door
I hear the hinge creak
Your feet on the floor
It's a moonless dark night
But I see your shadow move
You steal across the room
Like you're stealing my breath too
This painting of you is making you wetter
Than all of my best dreams
This yearning for you is always stronger
Than the way I make it seem
I sit up slightly - yeah I'm
Hardened with desire
I shift my eyes to focus
Still not sure of my sight
This painting of you is making you wetter
Than all of my best dreams
My muscles crave your presence and
Now my lips press your seams
The coolness of you lifting the sheet
I feel you touching my hip
You slip a little warmer
We both tighten your grip
This painting of you is making you wetter
Than all of my best dreams
The way your pulse is in my ear
Draws my breath out scene by scene
This painting of you is making you wetter
Than all of my best dreams
This painting of you is making you wetter
Oh, you're in my dreams
Much wetter than my dreams
You're wetter than my dreams
This painting of you is making you wetter
Than all the best of my dreams
5/4/24
Demo - 5/4/24
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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