If it weren't for that perfect fit <br /> <br />breasts to my chest; <br /> <br />if it weren't for those perfect lips <br /> <br />mine to yours <br /> <br />I'd not be so in love with you. <br /> <br /> <br />If it weren't for your flower-petal voice <br /> <br />those summer breeze yearning eyes <br /> <br />my summer heart <br /> <br />would not have blossomed so. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Absent my throbbing center <br /> <br />and yours matching <br /> <br />we'd not have sailed <br /> <br />to ectacy's edge <br /> <br />but we did; <br /> <br />such that without even touching <br /> <br />we evinced <br /> <br />these and more. <br /> <br /> <br />So speak to me in my Bed's Night <br /> <br />imagination plumb <br /> <br />and remembering <br /> <br />fantasy blended <br /> <br />till <br /> <br />there is no separating <br /> <br />dreams and the real <br /> <br />and this is perfection's tip <br />penetrating <br /> <br />Breathing me and I you <br /> <br />lungs filled with <br /> <br />that that perfect mix <br /> <br />estacy <br /> <br />remembering <br /> <br />and dreaming you <br /> <br />is all any person needs <br />because bodies <br /> <br />make no subtle <br /> <br />distinctions <br /> <br />between dreams and the real <br /> <br />in the three am hours.<br /><br />Lonnie Hicks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-dream-feels/
