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Salvador Dali, Honey is Sweeter Than Blood
I Dream Of Sex........
I dream of sex
on the edges of eternity,
like a ship at sea
rocking on the waves
my ocean of pleasure,
falling over the edge
of a mountain,
powerful water
flowing down
to meet the pools
of desire awaiting me,
a rush crashes over
the rapid heartbeat
that accompanies me,
slowly trickles
the beauty of life
over the rocks
buried deep within
the crevices
of the dark core of earth
where only the soul
can survive the depths
of exquisite ecstasy
found between you and me,
a dream so surreal
yet so very profoundly real,
an imagination
of great expectations,
floating on a cloud,
a vision of lovers flying,
falling through the heavens,
a scream emits
from the pleasures
of pain that sustain
the moments of shame
for such devious delights
found as the stars shine
outward like beacons
from the depths of night,
a dreamy moon crests
over me and you
when together we collide
like comets soaring
through the galaxy
our hunger feeds
like beasts of passion
on the power
of life's resurrection -
coveted by fascination,
a fever leaving us
ravenous for each other,
I dream of sex,
sex with you,
in the light of day
when everyone can see
the sinful pleasures
my mind delights in,
a wicked wind
caresses my breast
as my heartbeat pounds
against the visions of lust -
I want you -
I dream of sex -
on the razor's edge,
can you feel the howling
calling for you I send -
I dream of sex -
lay with me
and let your mind mingle
like vines
through the wrought iron gate
opening to you,
dream of sex
me with you -
you with me
on the edges
of forgotten fantasy....
I dream of sex....
copyright by Kristy Tallman - September 2007
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| Reviewed by Dark Knight |
9/29/2012 |
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| whew I need a cigarette and i don't smoke--very sexy |
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| Reviewed by Jeremy Vaeni |
10/24/2007 |
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| A bunch of cliches mixed with abstract imagery resembling nothing specific. Well-played. |
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| Reviewed by Clarius Ugwuoha (Reader) |
10/10/2007 |
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| that's a hot one. mere fantasy? |
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| Reviewed by Ted Bossis |
10/1/2007 |
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| Reviewed by Art Sun |
9/30/2007 |
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The emotion of passion's can be read through each line and view you express, there is a dream within a dream as one is grasped into the highlites of yours...
nice...
Art Sun... |
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| Reviewed by William DeVault |
9/26/2007 |
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| just what a poet-monk needs to be reading. um. wow. beauitfully written and evocative. |
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| Reviewed by R Beeman |
9/26/2007 |
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a powerful and deep rooted sense of passion and desire. wonderful words to express our inner tantri need to please who we are with using our bodies to express our desire to have them.
always,
randy |
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