The Lost Ones

Back, back, back long ago, often do I dream.

Of loves gone away.

Some stolen.

Some given away in foolishness.

What moment of joy do I long for.

A night in their arms.

A mere whisper of what we had.

A kiss, soft and velvet of oh, distant love.

I stare at the walls and dream.

Of their creamy white flesh, ruby lips, love that seemed to last forever.

Now gone in a flash.

Back and back do I dream.

Longing for one moment to tell them of my love.

How it remains with in me.

Ever a part of my soul.

This life filled with loves gone away.

Some stolen.

Some given away in foolishness.

But all gone.

Remaining but nothing except in my dreams.

 

Reviews

[emmajoy]

Such beautiful dreams though .. words like these don't drift from dull moments but gloriously hot and memorable ones.

Good to see your words again, has been a while.