Dreams

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    Dreams

    My mind screamed out 'Make love to me'
    My body screamed out 'Make love to me'
    He did more than that

    Without a word
    Without a thought
    He touched, licked, kissed, nibbled, and sucked on places that my body
    thought had lost feeling

    Passion, Desire, Lust
    He knew just what I wanted
    From the top of my head to the tip of my toes

    I shivered
    Cried out
    Then fainted

    The rush of sensation passed through my body
    It made all the tiny hairs stand up on end
    Just a touch and all of my feeling came back to me
    From just his touch

    I fell asleep that night - peaceful
    Only to awake the next morning and realize that he was already gone
    Just a dream
    I don't know; but when he comes back we shall start all over again
    and again
    and again

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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