With one breast peeking
Enticingly thru
Veils of her hair, long and sleek
Hips, wearing nothing but a suggestion
Weaving their way in his direction
Swaying
His
Eyes follow involuntarily
Trying to be cool
And failing
Watching as she approaches
Wearing a smile
Meant for only him
And nothing else
Meant for anyone to see
She was there
Her eyes never wavering
She…
No he can’t believe it
She tosses her hair
Back over
Her shoulders and he sees the body
He would die for
As she arrives in front of him
Leaning
His way
Opening her mouth to say his name
Breasts
So close to his hands
He reaches out…
And
Touches…
His blanket
As his alarm screams jealously
Pulling him awake
Banishing her
To the deep recesses
Of his mind
Where she will wait
Until he once again finds her
In his dreams
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Reviews of "In Your Dreams, Baby"
Reviewed by Hanley Harding (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2002
Dear Sue; This is kinda tough for me to decide upon... I don't like the attitude of its implication... but I kinda like the poem, itself. Hanley
Reviewed by Tomas Ughdair (Reader)
Reviewed on May 24, 2002
Hi Sue,
Who was it that threw the alarm out of the window.
Morchuis
Join me as we travel together on the road called "Aging." I will be sharing my personal experiences with you and offer ideas on how we can better navigate the complex byways of our older years. Grief, healing, generations, ancestors, and more.
About the clients and escorts who once were part of Professional Escorts of Marin County, California. The timeframe was from 1974 until 1990.
You will enjoy the easy to read book that gives a glimpse into escorting. Enjoy the read.
Rosetta was born in 1909 as the youngest of ten children. The family had more laughter than money and neighbors would knock on their door to ask, "Can we come in and laugh, too?"
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Who was it that threw the alarm out of the window.
Morchuis
Blue eyed fish...