I am a little anxious a little tired but i’m OK
just wishing I’m young again, running around with cute boys
not minding the summer heat at all.
Lately, I am craving for something more interesting
something like a delicious set of lips against mine
or having a stiff drink with someone who can have
a firm erection even at this age. I am craving I am wishing
for that man to materialize out of my wet dreams.
I am praying for another first kiss, for another first orgasm after all these years
I am old but am dead yet, I can still wish and pray and crave.
She felt every bite
summoned into the night
burrowed deep into her skin
now resides within her bones.
She laid there making her wildest imagination run amok . She was afraid to let herself
loose and let all her dreams evade her. She wanted for him to touch her, savor her and inhale her scent like those blooming flowers in the garden. Tonight, though she proceeded with guarded steps… she let her spirits run wild.
In my deepest slumber
I called upon the midnight ghost
letting my lips skipped the peripherals and went the necessities
to find the way right through you.
Through the dark shadowy thunderstorm filled night
reaching my arms toward yearning to sin
something my irreverent soul unequivocally needed.
Yearning to sin…
Dreams aren’t made of feathers flying around lofty clouds
but what are dreams made of if not ice cream cones and candy canes
vanilla latte and mocha frappuccino? Dreams I supposed are made
of planning and creating the most intricate sand castles imaginable.Am I supposed to be asleep to have dreams? Am I supposed to be
angry, frustrated and lost to have my dreams come true?
All these good questions, all these bubbles going through my mind
made me a different kind of dreamer.
Continue dreaming until you achieve even one of them. -justme62
Are like smoke, they travel slowly upward
permeating the air, occupying ones mind
like an itch you can’t scratch. Digs hole in your head
seeping through your fingers, slipping through
every crack of your jean pocket.
Sits on the chair in ones living room, stays there
until one tries to grasp it, try and grasp it and it will magically disappear.
Sometimes we struggle to find the meaing of our dreams or to grasp it and make it a reality.
Memories come flooding in my already weary head
Fallen dreams, empty cupboards and barren fields
Frantically holding on to upper branches
Clinging to hopes of realizing even a single dream
clinging to hopes of realizing even a single dream
-photo by justme62