I touched your lips, last night
A tasting your tongue, makes my eyes bright
It was a dream I dreamed, last night
My hand around your waist,
a yours upon my shoulders, we were so tight
It was a dream I dreamed, last night
Kissing you, slide by slide
Gently, I pressed my lips to yours,
tickling you, lick the sides, top and underside
Our sensations are driving our emotions,
widely and so wide
Oh my dreams queen, oh my bride
Your lips were whispering words,
I love to hear so much,
thrilling me as a wind moving cloud
Oh my soul guide, I miss you, and
It was a dream I dreamed, last night
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
Early Works is an exhaustive compilation of the first decade of the poems and stories of Z.B.McClure. Included are family photos, rare personal photos, photos of 1st draft manuscripts of many of his early poems. Also some biography and memoir materia
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