Daydreaming can be healthy for an individual, maybe it can be reality.

Cracked Plaster

The steam rose towards the cracked plaster on the ceiling.
Bubbles grew vehemently as the candles flickered
Flames of love shadowed around the room.
Sinking into the warm silky lake I began to dream.

The sweetness of your breath was near.
So undeniable, the tenderness of your touch.
Upon my face, then slipping slowly down my curves.
To rest you hand upon the mounds.

The sheets were tangled among us.
Pillows on the floor.
Our lips searched our universes.
Opening up heavens door.

The steam rose toward the cracked plaster on the ceiling.
A golden glow surrounded the room and entered my heart.
Cozy and relaxed I picked up my glass of wine.
And as I lifted my glass toasting you...
                                     I felt you nuzzle me from behind.
                              ~~~~~~~~~~

© Eliza 11/13/04