i can’t love you, you can’t love me
but we are each other’s fantasy
breathless at the thought
of a touch... of a kiss
when we are silent
a haunting, aching miss
imagining things we can’t say or do
though you love me and i love you
writing sweet little nothings
in an occasional letter
if we were together
no love would be better
only my fantasy dark and tall
only your red silk dream that falls
into your waiting arms
at the end of lonely days
and matches your fire
in such sensual sinful ways
i can’t love you, you can’t love me
but love saturates all our history
we’ll meet again tonight
in two forbidden dreams
and if we don’t make sweet love
making love is how it seems
Perhaps man can call it forbidden dreams but God has another name for it, love, like hanging from a cliff with the confidence that the holding us hand won't weaken and let go.
Dreams are an innocent way of having an affair, we can do , say and be anything we want. only one person knows our desires. Thank you for sharing La Belle.
Close comparison to how "it" would be...circumstances sometimes get in the way of love, but there's fantasy to keep the sheets soaked and the scent permeating from the rose sachet on the pillow and the warm wine in the decanter, glasses for two...be well, Belle.
The Matchmaker:
Angela Calminetti, mother of five, New Age practitioner and gifted psychic and telepath, is proud of her family ties and does everything she can to make sure that all of her younger siblings are as happy in love and marriage
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Sweet poem Belle1
WRITE ON!
Warmest Blessings and Inner Peace, Warrior Purple Passion Lady SHEExoooo
STay Positive, things may change! YOu never really know...
Georg
Newfie Hugs, Rose
It never hurts to fantasize. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
Be always safe,
Karen
Strong writing.
John
Fee
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Love,
Sage
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D