...just a dream

Fri, 12/19/2014 - 08:57 -- skasa73


vertiginous thoughts occupy space

                in my head where there was none

each thought jets by my naked eye

                shot from a smoking gun

lascivious intents spew words

                amidst thoughts to be impure

bring light to hidden lust of days

                that once were so obscure

awaked, a sense and sleeping desire

                but things aren’t what they seem

a deep breath, a touch…a selfish hunger

                was all this just a dream?


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