My Dream Feels
If it weren't for that perfect fit
breasts to my chest;
if it weren't for those perfect lips
mine to yours
I'd not be so in love with you.
If it weren't for your flower-petal voice
those summer breeze yearning eyes
my summer heart
would not have blossomed so.
Absent my throbbing center
and yours matching
we'd not have sailed
to ectacy's edge
but we did;
such that without even touching
we evinced
these and more.
So speak to me in my Bed's Night
imagination plumb
and remembering
fantasy blended
till
there is no separating
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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