I want to get lost in the comfort of you . . .
gaze into those beautiful brown eyes . . .
and find the euphoria I dreamt of . . .
~0~
to be tangled in your strong gentle embrace . . .
and know the comfort of being safe . . .
in a world, where only beauty exists . . .
~0~
I want to hear your sweet whispers in my ears . . .
and melt in a hypnotic trans of joy . . .
in a world, where dreams come true . . .
~0~
a place where fear is but an illusion . . .
I’m dreaming in the fantasy of love . . .
the kind little girls hope for . . .
~0~
not old ladies whose hearts are stone . . .
that no longer dream of love . . .
but savor the old memories . . .
©Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
1/17/16
One more thing!!! I started new blog Hidden Temptation please follow as I share my writing and upcoming publishing process. As of now I will only be posting there once a week on Tuesdays.
Life does wear away at those old dreams of love and the world.
Yes it does.
I love the first line. It sets the stage.
I don’t do love often but sometimes I get mussy like that. 🙂 I glad you enjoyed.
I cannot believe your heart is cold, Kim. And dreams, like love, are timeless. 🙂
The words make good theatrics. But you know me, my feeling come and go forever changing like the tide.
Me too. 😀