It's just too easy

It's just too easy

A Poem by Spoken
"

to dream... such a sweet escape...

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It’s just so easy
evaporating in my body to those bouncing dreams
like they were clouds in the sky
if I don’t like what I see
I change the scene
like flipping channels on tv
because it’s just that easy
inside of me
where my mind hurdles thru worlds
made of bubble gum rain drops
and lollipop fields
where things are never what they seem
because it doesn’t remind me
of anything
I slip under covers or lay in the tub
 watching water and blankets rise above
because it submerses me in rushing thoughts
and things that matter are forgot
because it’s just so easy
with my harlot dreams
slipping away under the sheets
goodbye moral high beam
hello naughty nights surmounting valiantly
ride me to purple auters
we'll walk on swampy waters
over alligators
that gossip about the turtle
wearing a top hat
and laughed at the hare
blowing bubbles from razer teeth
nipping at the sight of me
the one they’ll never reach
but hunger for
I am high on helium and happy
riding balloons to apple pie hills
steaming
 in the distance
wafting heavenly breezes
tantalizing my nose in a tickling tease
but we both know they don’t have to try that hard
because It’s just
too
easy
to slip away
under the covers
with my dreams
for a little romance behind the scenes
of my eyes
I can’t lie
I am very shy
But I’ll lift my skirt above my mind
and flash you a peak
 
Think of warm apple pie
Mash potatoes and fries
Candle light
A sip of Coffee and a puff of smoke
Tickle fights and home sweet home
Cuddling with your lover
 
That’s how it feels
underneath my covers
mmm..
 
pop a mental pill
night be still
mind be willing
to dance away
and build my promise land
 
It’s just so silky sweet
when i sex my dream
underneath the sheets

© 2008 Spoken


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wow, Spoken its been a min since i've jumped on your page, and i see what i've been missing
that was great i love the imagery
"I slip under covers or lay in the tub watching water and blankets rise abovebecause it submerses me in rushing thoughtsand things that matter are forgotbecause it's just so easywith my harlot dreamsslipping away under the sheetsgoodbye moral high beam"

i like this part very much

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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This is awesome !! this poem has a flawless flow with such colorful images.Great great job!!

some very cool lines......

ride me to purple auters
we'll walk on swampy waters
over alligatorsthat gossip about the turtle
wearing a top hat and laughed at the hare
blowing bubbles from razer teeth
nipping at the sight of me the one they'll never reach
but hunger for


Bravo!!!!
Mr.Lopez

Posted 16 Years Ago


Very good!
The imagery here was just great. An unknown dreamscape with all the comforts of love and sensuality.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

wow, Spoken its been a min since i've jumped on your page, and i see what i've been missing
that was great i love the imagery
"I slip under covers or lay in the tub watching water and blankets rise abovebecause it submerses me in rushing thoughtsand things that matter are forgotbecause it's just so easywith my harlot dreamsslipping away under the sheetsgoodbye moral high beam"

i like this part very much

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Your imagery is evocative and powerful. You paint us a picturesque poem of love and dreams and colors, all of which are nearly tangible in their beautiful description. Very, very well written. Thank you for sharing such a lovely read.

Posted 16 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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