only in my dreams

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    only in my dreams



    only in my dream have i seen Ur face,
    loving me in a heavenly place,
    i oh i painted your picture across my ceiling,
    to pleasure me,
    when lonely i am feeling.

    when i hear your voice ,
    i imagine angels singing.
    calling out my name.
    i can't help from cumming
    all over myself,

    your touch is something else.
    the vibe so exciting,till I'm rewriting,
    the book of love called us,

    when we're together;
    nothing is better,
    so magical an 8Th wonder to behold,
    in loving you with all the splendor,
    no-holding back on candor,

    your kisses sweet like honey,
    from a bee.
    when your lips meet mines so intoxicating,
    I'm feeling you fresh as the morning dew,
    a miracles you took this love and made it,
    brand new.

    thanks to you i see the colors of the rainbow,
    you are the clouds that floats across my Sky's,
    you are the vision that opens up my eyes,
    you are the touch that gives my dreams life,
    you are the reason for all of my rhymes,

    let it be known GOD created you from my rib,
    so all my life my love to you i can give,
    you are the very air i breathe,
    you are the half that completes me,

    without you i would surely die.
    without you there is no such thing as life.
    i need you to keep from going out my mind,

    your love is colorful,
    like a peacock spreading it's wings ,
    so wonderful like the first flower of spring,
    only in my dream can we be so magical,
    to the world we are mystical.
    a feeling so wonderful..peace wizthom@9




    they say i am so distant,
    they say i am a true loner,
    they say i am so hard to get alone with,
    they say i am so damn self serving ,
    yet i take the slander ,
    without a chip on my shoulder,
    cause they don't know me .
    like you.like you my precious m,

    oooooh they say love wants no part of me,
    that life has doom me to lonely,
    well maybe that is true,
    cause i am nothing without you ,
    my my,my precious M.

    love has it's right to be wrong,
    love don;t have to make since of any song,
    as the hawk preys on the pigeons,
    your hooks of love cuts so deep,
    into the soul of me,
    yes it is true i am hopelessly in love with you,

    if words of melodious could only ease my
    spiritual melodramatics
    then i wont have any need,
    to compose any more stanzas ,
    i could careless what the reader thinks,
    of how my pen bleeds,
    rather they make since of my fantasy ,
    or live in my reality

    cause they don't know me .
    noooo they don't even know me
    like you.like you my precious m,
    hell i don't even know myself ,here lately
    without you telling me,
    little things that makes up my essence,


    mmmm without you
    i would be that poetaster fool,
    who writes words without a clue,
    hopes and dreams that has no means,
    stirs no emotion,
    devoured of passions,
    that leaves no lasting impressions ,

    all that i am i owe not to life and times,
    all that i am to be all that makes up me,,
    my heart soul rhythm and rhymes,
    belongs to you my precious M.

    sometimes along in the night,
    i cry oh how i cry,
    as i write words that recite,
    the sweetness of honey,
    the freshness of loving,

    oh how my soul pours out ,
    oh how my spirit takes flight,
    to be where ever you are,
    so very near, yet so far,
    my,my,my precious m,

    they don't know you,
    they could never comprehend,
    yet they dooo know ,
    that what i feel is so true,

    they are feeling my feeling for you,
    they are crying my tears ,
    cause they dooo dream o
    the same love sincere,

    of someone like you ,
    my my,my,precious M.
    so they say,so they say,





    peace wizthom@09


    LOVE IS THE FORCE ,THAT RULES US ALL,,

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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