Dream Lover

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Dream Lover

I kiss Her Throat And feel Her Skin,
She's hot, Desirable.
I Feel Her Blood Burning Within.
Wraped In A Passioned Embrace,
The only Sound Being Heard Is Our hearts race,
My dark angel before My Eyes,
Like some great Dream ,
That has me hypnotized.
I Feel her Body As We Are Soaked With Sweat, Hoping The best Part Has Not Come Yet.
I yearn For Her Teeth To Sink Deep To My Flesh,
End This Life And Put Me To rest.
Close My Eyes As She Goes In For The Kill,
Minutes Later I Am Breathing Still.
She Has Left Me Like All Others It Would Seem,
Then It Dawns On Me.
No It Was Just A Dream.

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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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