Summer heat

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.

Let me be

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.

Sin

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.

Dreamer…

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

Dreams

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.

Dreams Sometimes we struggle to find the meaing of our dreams or to grasp it and make it a reality. -justme62

Clinging

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