Dreamscape...

In my favorite dreamscape,
I see you standing there,
waiting, welcoming me.

In my favorite dreamscape,
I sense you, there,
wanting, desiring me...

To come closer,
to nudge you, to charm you;
to take you home with me.

To come closer,
to touch you, to hug you long and hard;
to share with you, visions of pure ecstasy.

In my favorite dreamscape,
I touch you, there,
in your soul, your most precious part.

In my favorite dreamscape,
I am one with you, where,
you hold those closest to your heart.

There, I feel that we are finally one,
blessed children of the earth and sun,
united, together, and forever more.

There, I feel that our souls have finally shone,
blessed lovers of life, and of the spark which
may carry us to golden, eternal shores.

In my favorite dreamscape,
I retire, blissfully nestled in your arms,
with your love my protector, my guiding grace.

In my favorite dreamscape,
I am, soundly asleep and rested, vested
with the knowledge that I am he who paints that most glorious smile upon your face.

 

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