Poetry based, loosely, on true events of the recent super moon
Super moon shining, through an open window pane. I sense your presence closer, calling out my name…A face appears from shadows, above silhouetted breasts, Tearing at the blankets, clawing at my chest…
A tempest brews deep inside you, I can see it in your eyes… I feel your warmth and wetness, the quiver of your thighs… I taste the coming storm, upon the tip of my tongue, Wild Impassioned Madness, Just like when we were young…
Daylight comes as I awake, reaching across an empty bed… I search the room to my dismay..
Had I drempt it all in my head?
As I laid there in the silence, backstepping through my tracks,
If none of this has happened , How’d I get these scratches down my back?
So, what’s with all these vivid dreams lately ???