Sweet Dreams

By Shylass

Original link: http://www.lushstories.com/stories/love-poems/sweet-dreams-1.aspx

Tags: snuggle, dreams, scent, wishing, longing, sadness

Added: 19 May 2013 Views: 1206 Avg Score: 5

Simply snuggling down gives birth to wishful thinking.
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I'm snuggling down
Into bed...

I'm
Alone
Again.

I think of you
In the velvet blue sky of night
Deep with diamonds
Lacing, twisting, turning, sparkling,
Weaving songs throughout my dreams...

Night jasmine fragrances that air;
Honeysuckle remnants slowly fall upon the ground
To rise again another day.

But there is other honey here,
Honey for you,
Honey that's yours,
Honey that
You have called forth
From me.

Hot, slick, wet nectar;
Just for you;
Just for your lips...
Breathe in
Velvet.

Breathe in the sky of night;
Breathe in the stars
And the sun
And the moon
And the world in its righteous splendour.
Breathe in everything that is,
But only,
Take me too.

Make
Me
Whole.

Make
Me
Yours.

It would be churlish
And foolish
For me to ask of you,
That you would bring my life to fruition,
That you would be the
One
Who says...

"I
Love
You."

For I could never be
The
One.

The slave,
The master,
The teacher,
The student...
Who are these people?
Who has these roles?
Who grows their being like the plants of the earth?
Who takes root and reaches for the sun?

All I know is that
Love grows within me
And desires and passion
Blossom into the night,
Waiting and
Longing and
Yearning
For
You...

Just to smile upon me
And kiss me
With the perfume of the night jasmine
And mean it
With your heart
And your soul
And all that
You
Are.

And yet,
I lay here
Beneath these stars
As they lace and twist and turn in the night
And
I
Twist and
Turn
Alone...

Thinking
Of
You
And
Wishing
For
You.

I will wait
Until my dreams become
Reality,
And should the day
Never come
When you say
Those
Words,
Then I shall stay within the night,
And I shall dream and
Wish
Upon those stars,
For they are all that I have,
A tiny echo
Of the joy that is
You,
And every dream shall be sweet,
Bitter though they are...

Because...

They
Are
All
Of
You.

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