ITS HUGGY POETRY TIME

I had a dream the other nite.

We were locked in an embrace.

The wind howled as you greedily kissed my lips,

our bodies entwined like ivy.

You shuddered as I stroked your neck,

lingering along the back.

As you dug your nails into my flesh in time with the rhythmic movements of our bodies.

Building to a fervors pitch we let out a howl to the moon,

as the last waves of pleasure rippled over our bodies.

I turned over to tell you I love you.

But I woke up and you were gone.

Would you walk across the fire for me?

Would you fight my inner demons?

Would you tread the barren wastes of my soul?

Would you swim the sea of my despair?

Would you run the maze of my inner being,

With all its traps and pitfalls?

Would you battle my inner turmoil?

Would you love me?

Would you....?

I want real love.

Not the sickly sweet cracker jack love.

Nor the wait till she throws you a bone, puppy love.

Not even geriatric love, the kind of love that folks who have been together for ever have.

These are all nice but I want real love.

The kind where the passion consumes you.

Where electricity fills the air.

The kind that grabs you and fills your soul leaving it satisfied.

This is the kind of love I want.

I could have wrote a love song to tell you

what I think of you.

But the words however true wouldn't come

close.

If I wrote a poem instead the words have

come from my head.

I could tell everyone I met.

Or scream it at the top of my lungs.

I could paint a picture, or shoot a movie.

But in the end the only way to do it any real

justice, would be to gently put my head next

to yours, and whisper in your ear.

I love you.

Her name rolls off my lips, like a cool breeze on a Summers day.

Her lips crimson blood, aching for the eternal kiss.

Her hair, like a river of blood cascading down her Neck.

As red as burning embers floating on the nite's Winds.

Her smile, as glowing as pearls, draped around a Beautiful neck.

And her eyes.

She called me the vampyre because of my eyes.

The ones she got lost in no mater how hard she tried Not to.

But it was those beautiful brown eyes of hers.

The color of the earth that she worshiped.

Where I wish I could have rested eternally.

For her every look would drive a stake through my Heart.

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