Cold Daydreams & Warm Nightmares

If, before the morning fog lifted
We found each other
In each other's arms, the sun would
Bear witness to the intensity
Your unfiltered love reawakened
Here; this consuming fire that keeps
Leaking from my forgotten shrines
Comes fueled by a passion so divine
It has chosen to be caged
Only to be freed onto your burning skin.

There would be some tender soft kisses
In between the shy yearning looks, looking
To strike a balance
Amidst the raging desires within
Your seductive whispers of sweet nothings
Would secretly aid
My inability to contain the storm
Trailing your feathery touch
Which would be reducing me to ashes
As your fingers try to interpret some pretty
Familiar feels to my conquered self
Disregarding my hands as they get lost
In the ocean that you are.

Would you let me carry you
To foreign spaces with my drunk caresses
Let this tongue explore you
And what you hold dearest
Just like wind roaming
Mother earth; with these willing lips
I can rock your curved hips
In an attempt to feed this hunger
That constantly sprouts from my enchanted
Broken essence; guide me far away
From these turbulent seas
And diminish the unfolding
Teasing and unceasing
Cold daydreams and warm nightmares.

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