Tension
47I dance alone to my own sweet song
It feels so right but I know its all wrong.
In my mind a dirty tune
Extacy coming soon!
Imagining him here with me
Letting myself go free!
Passion arises as I move my hips
His breath upon my lips!
His hands wrapped around my waist
Giving me a sexual taste.
Gently nipping my neck
Flesh against flesh.
I love it when he gets tough All macho and tough.
Heavy breathing in my ear
Understanding the meaning so clear!
Looking up at him listening to the seductive cries
I could do this a million times!
I close my eyes And realize its all just a dream©
This poem was written when I was 18. It reflects a chapter in my life of when I thought that I was "in love". I dated this guy for a year then it was over before I knew it. To me it was so surreal, but yet only a fading dream.
