As I lay in bed, I close my eyes and imagine, <br />That you lay beside me with your head on my chest; <br />That I look deep in to those lustful eyes, <br />Those eyes that remind me, for who I would deny my place in heaven. <br /> <br />I remember those lips flowing through my skin, <br />And the way my Tung made you feel goose bumps. <br />How your hands made me feel more that alive, <br />And my finger showed you heavens embrace. <br /> <br />How our kisses would strip us of our clothing, <br />How our feet gave in to our passion. <br /> And my back was the one that sustained our love, <br />How our hours on earth felt like seconds in paradise. <br /> <br />Then I open my eyes and realize that I’m alone, <br />That for the moment you’re not by mi side. <br />But my sorrow is for a mire instance, <br />For I will see you again, but until then I’ll close my eyes and imagine what I’ll do next.<br /><br />Samuel Smith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/imagination-90/
