Dream a littleA Poem by Brian Custer
Dream a little
Brian Custer
All the dreams;
on so many nights,
everything taking place
in the corner of my mind
there always seems to be
a constant so dear to me
that makes me laugh and cry
(but always smile)
This constant voice I hear;
so sure
the unmistakable face
so beautiful and pure
So carefree and strong
(she is to me)
Patiently waiting
for her eyes to look
the connection;
powerfully inviting more
We walk our walks forward
to make the deal
We ask ourselves the same
(Is this for real?)
Closer now
than no time before
Embracing, our lips;
begging for more
Our bodies;
entangled and thrusting
(this can’t be real)
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1 Review Added on January 3, 2009 AuthorBrian CusterTempe, AZAboutI am breaking into the age of blogging. I have had a computer forever and a day, even fortunate enough to have a commodore64, for those of you who remember, yet, I have written probably 99% long hande.. more..Writing
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