Starlight: Passion of Mind
I dream of a love that is passionate
To exchange mischievous grins and secret whispers in a darkened room
Candlelit dinners,
Sensual fantasies.
Cocktail dresses and...lacey underwear.
To run around in a park, in a mall.
Or be simply breathless...without running at all.
To laugh. Loud, boisterous laughter.
Whole-hearted laughter,
Feeling it from the gut...hours later, still grinning.
To cry, cry like the tears will never stop...like the tears will never be enough.
To dance, in a garden with the sprinkles on.
Or infront of the TV, to the background music in a two-minute commercial.
To sing, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the car.
To a song playing on the radio...or simply in my head...the tune of a woman in love.
To talk for hours and excitedly await...the next conversation.
To hug...and be lost in our world...And never want to let go.
Posted earlier!
To exchange mischievous grins and secret whispers in a darkened room
Candlelit dinners,
Sensual fantasies.
Cocktail dresses and...lacey underwear.
To run around in a park, in a mall.
Or be simply breathless...without running at all.
To laugh. Loud, boisterous laughter.
Whole-hearted laughter,
Feeling it from the gut...hours later, still grinning.
To cry, cry like the tears will never stop...like the tears will never be enough.
To dance, in a garden with the sprinkles on.
Or infront of the TV, to the background music in a two-minute commercial.
To sing, in the shower, in the kitchen, in the car.
To a song playing on the radio...or simply in my head...the tune of a woman in love.
To talk for hours and excitedly await...the next conversation.
To hug...and be lost in our world...And never want to let go.
Posted earlier!
1 Comments:
i love this poem..you even posted it on my birthday :)..do you the author's real name?
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