Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Friday, January 03, 2020

Overtime

Was it the wind through my hair
that brushed against my cheek
or my mind working overtime
that felt your hand caress me?

I felt a slight bit surprised
and I took it all in stride,
as I closed my eyes tightly an
allowed my imagination to ride.

You carried me away
like a bright sunny day,
lifting high my spirit
in your own kind of way.

Frolicking in the grass
I let go of the past
while feeling your arms
embrace at long last.

I lay across the bed
thinking of you my friend
as I let the daydreams
take me once more to you.

Sweet kisses to my lips
created a state of bliss
a euphoric pleasure 
that teases with a French kiss.

I think I'll stay awhile
it's away to close the miles
,the gap of distance removed
by our own emerald isle.

Was it the wind through my hair
that brushed against my cheek 
or my mind working overtime
that felt your hand caress me?


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