THE PLEASURE OF READING

I cannot remember when I started to enjoy reading. To read for the sheer pleasure of living in that well woven story and beyond. I cannot...

02 June 2015

... off my dreams


I dreamt of him last night,
A man like all others,
Yet unlike them all.
There is undeniably
Something special about him.

His skin is a bowl of fragrances,
Fresher than expensive cologne.
His voice is like music,
And his touch is pure sorcery,
He is handsome beyond description.


I felt him reach out his hand,
And touch my heart,
Like an entranced gazelle,
A beautiful excitement filled my heart,
Then exploded all over my body.

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