An "Almost Steemy" Love Poem from a Dream I Had Last Night.
A dream, it was only a dream...
Dreaming, unknowing,
I'm holding a newspaper,
Speaking with some girl not clearly seen.
We're on the street now,
Now indoors.
It's warmer.
Why can't I find that piece?
Bordered! At the foot of a fold, it was!
I'm flipping through sections,
and she... she,
Palpably sweet beauty!
Gladly assists my frantic quest.
I lean over her to reach for another bit of print.
Hand brushes thigh.
Sudden, electric doubt!
News forgotten, involuntarily I pause.
Simple touch becomes light stroke...
Can this be right? Even in a dream?
Her foot replies.
Sliding smoothly along my ankle,
it instantly propels me beyond resistance.
All hope is lost...
My alarm sounds.
Any possible resolution, now only imagined.
Falling In Love - The essence of Friendship, A Foretaste of Eternity
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