by Cara Vermaak
As I lay dreaming your beauty touches my soul...
The whisper of a breeze offers your gentle caress,
The mystery of you envelopes my being,
teasing my senses,
Awakening for the purity of a touch,
The slight murmur echoes in the depths of my essence,
As I lay dreaming your presence engulfs me...
A silent song guides my being to the wonder of you.
Beckons my need to your core, coaxing,
Enticing till my resolve becomes invisible
My desire burns to be released to your secrecy.
As I lay dreaming your magic merges with my spirit...
A wild passion engulfs my body
Drawing me to the wonder of you,
To the stormy seas of ardour.
Inviting my thirst for you,
To the insanity of your offered delights.
As I lay dreaming the allure of you commands the body...
The frenzy of the storm raging within becomes you,
The fury firing the craving
For all of you in the secret of me.
The wildness of pleasures offering
No solace as I yield to your demands.
As I lay dreaming the splendour of you becomes me...
The light of the silver moon steals into destiny,
illuminating the truth of you,
highlighting your intensity.
The magickal moment seeps into tranquil honesty...
baring the gift of you, of passion
Last updated June 21, 2015