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Poetry from within

Lovers Dreams

To roller blade on moonbeams.

Freefall on a summer breeze,

To land in a field of apple blossom,

And dance to meet the dawn,

To stand naked on a river bank,

See the first streaks of sunlight,

Light up your auburn hair,

As hand in hand,we laugh, plunge in,

To kiss,touch display,just like the otters

As in their pool we play.

On cold winter nights

sit before a blazing fire.

Sip a pleasing wine.

Yhen let soft lips, search out,

And taste the fruits of love.

This the foreplay dreams of lovers.

As two bodies merge, entwine,

Two hearts, two minds as one.


A. R. Lewis