Infatuation

A poem about a dream of a person you have never met

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I dreamed a dream
You smiled a shiny smile
Your hair harassed and hurried
The wind withered and wilted
Your glare glanced and glided
My excitement, sensitivity, and sweetness
When you kissed my lips
I quivered with a varied leap
And awoke to your awaiting mating
Frame, on my flimsy floundering mind.

I could hear your heartbeat
pumping sublimely.
I quivered as you lingered
waiting for you to speak
as my eyelids quivered
your grinning gleam
your blue eyes sparkling
as I touched your stubbly skin
knowing how much
I wanted you
to be real.

©️ Denise Larkin 2021. All Rights Reserved.

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