The First and Final Kiss . . .
Last night I had a dream, and I found you there with me. I saw and felt your presence in such a way as to fill my empty soul with hope for things I know could never come to pass.
And in that dream I felt your auburn hair as smooth as silk, watching how it cascaded over the tips of my fingers like sun kissed falls as it passed the back of my coarsened hands. In warm glows it shimmered with a radiance that would make even the ethereal angels weep with envy. Its aroma filled my head and swept my mind into a dizzying state of euphoric bliss.
The bliss how it did linger, as I cradled the delicate contour of your neck in my other hand, your head resting off to one side as I inhaled your presence. I could feel the fine down on your skin with the tip of my upper lip, beaded with tiny droplets like a peach caressed by mornings dew.
I held you close now, both your hands in mine behind you and resting on that miniscule crevasse that is the small of your back. As our breaths quickened, incoherent whispers told a tale of anticipation that soon did manifest in hundreds of tiny bumps that now did texture your supple skin.
I could feel the rhythmic pulse of your heart collide with that of mine, and I could hear the pounding of my own inside my head so profound that even the loudest drums would call into question their own existence.
Your breast was now rising and falling as if it were trying in vain to keep your heart from escaping a torment, one that is the fragile shell that holds your soul in place. And now our countenances drew near, bringing our lips to such a warm, moist embrace that I would revel in nature and hear even the morning birds sing.
Just like that it came to an end, with the dawning of a new day that should have meant life, alas did spell the death of that wonderful thing we shall only live in dreams.
- Ivan 2005
Once again I have been blessed with a poem from a kind stranger. Thank you Ivan. It is beautiful.
xxoo-Angel
And in that dream I felt your auburn hair as smooth as silk, watching how it cascaded over the tips of my fingers like sun kissed falls as it passed the back of my coarsened hands. In warm glows it shimmered with a radiance that would make even the ethereal angels weep with envy. Its aroma filled my head and swept my mind into a dizzying state of euphoric bliss.
The bliss how it did linger, as I cradled the delicate contour of your neck in my other hand, your head resting off to one side as I inhaled your presence. I could feel the fine down on your skin with the tip of my upper lip, beaded with tiny droplets like a peach caressed by mornings dew.
I held you close now, both your hands in mine behind you and resting on that miniscule crevasse that is the small of your back. As our breaths quickened, incoherent whispers told a tale of anticipation that soon did manifest in hundreds of tiny bumps that now did texture your supple skin.
I could feel the rhythmic pulse of your heart collide with that of mine, and I could hear the pounding of my own inside my head so profound that even the loudest drums would call into question their own existence.
Your breast was now rising and falling as if it were trying in vain to keep your heart from escaping a torment, one that is the fragile shell that holds your soul in place. And now our countenances drew near, bringing our lips to such a warm, moist embrace that I would revel in nature and hear even the morning birds sing.
Just like that it came to an end, with the dawning of a new day that should have meant life, alas did spell the death of that wonderful thing we shall only live in dreams.
- Ivan 2005
Once again I have been blessed with a poem from a kind stranger. Thank you Ivan. It is beautiful.
xxoo-Angel
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