what is a dream
mqouuiseet
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it was just a dream?
a parallel reality..
he had me down on the floor
loving me senseless
that warm feeling of new intentions
innocence
fuzzy lines he said in real life
he likes the fuzzy lines
..i told him i was a pervert too
.. anything fuzzy is nice
he leaned down.. brushed his boy cheek/smell
close to my neck
..breathed some hot whisper words
i didn't think i'd love it so much
seems like it' s only cheezy stuff people did in movies
but he knew how to make it feel
imaginary lover
one i gave up
one that rocked me so hard
to be with one that eventually fades..dies out
or to keep it alive..
i don't believe in tests
i've always frozen and failed..gone blank
how much of a differentce is it really?
it's only chemicals that keep us from
having our dreams memories of our realities..
it's all real inside my secret head
keeps the fantasy alive
the one that will save me
the one that wills me to live
gives me flutters and warm sexiness
just to be
let love
why i put boundaries around my physical me
no regrets....yet..
cause i hope i can make my perspectives anything..
all the resources to change inside of me??
and what would it matter if i could just dream my whole life..
my lil d+d game constantly
..we'd all have machetes
we'd all fly
sneak into his hut in the woods..
wait in the dark breathing heavy
ready
pounce and wrestle him to the ground...
loving him senseless..
grab and touching..new..wide eyed excitement..
loving the moment.. heart pounding future resentment
not here
it's safe here
keep the fantasy alive..it might be all there is..
our animal selves.. snif and lick...
melt and love..
just to be
no conditions
unconditioned
a parallel reality..
he had me down on the floor
loving me senseless
that warm feeling of new intentions
innocence
fuzzy lines he said in real life
he likes the fuzzy lines
..i told him i was a pervert too
.. anything fuzzy is nice
he leaned down.. brushed his boy cheek/smell
close to my neck
..breathed some hot whisper words
i didn't think i'd love it so much
seems like it' s only cheezy stuff people did in movies
but he knew how to make it feel
imaginary lover
one i gave up
one that rocked me so hard
to be with one that eventually fades..dies out
or to keep it alive..
i don't believe in tests
i've always frozen and failed..gone blank
how much of a differentce is it really?
it's only chemicals that keep us from
having our dreams memories of our realities..
it's all real inside my secret head
keeps the fantasy alive
the one that will save me
the one that wills me to live
gives me flutters and warm sexiness
just to be
let love
why i put boundaries around my physical me
no regrets....yet..
cause i hope i can make my perspectives anything..
all the resources to change inside of me??
and what would it matter if i could just dream my whole life..
my lil d+d game constantly
..we'd all have machetes
we'd all fly
sneak into his hut in the woods..
wait in the dark breathing heavy
ready
pounce and wrestle him to the ground...
loving him senseless..
grab and touching..new..wide eyed excitement..
loving the moment.. heart pounding future resentment
not here
it's safe here
keep the fantasy alive..it might be all there is..
our animal selves.. snif and lick...
melt and love..
just to be
no conditions
unconditioned
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Those are the things that come to mind when reading your poem
Physicality and the mental mind – imagination and life all blended together
Very good read.