AlwaysTwo days no sleep for me Morning cry’s my name again So sweet the mornings breath To hear and see once againAlways
The night whispers to me even now Calling me back to her sweet loving embrace To caress my skin with soft succulent darkness She seduces me with her touch
I long for the morning I worship the night
Two parts divided Yet one within me
The morning a part of my heart The night a part of my soul Each intertwined in a lovers embrace Lust and love one in the same I am yours morning and night Be with me again,
Autum NightsAutmn NightsAutum Nights
Rainbows of color light up the sky, Making lovers weep that the night must die. Stars fall away at the coming of dawn, And night, with iron claws, fights to hang on. Burning embers of fire and light Are ripped and torn by the fury of the night. Lovers lay witness to all of Nature at her best, Holding each other pressed breast to breast. The two lovers fight, just to hold on; For night will come once more Through the light, as it has many times before. Then the night will reign once and for all, And the two lovers will enjoy a night together
SleepWe are told that we will find peace in sleep, peace from the day, peace from our lives. Our dreams are windows in to our own mind. Showing us the visions to complete the day, and if we look a little glimmer into the future. So when you are happy and life is good you get to see your happy selves in happy dreams, or so it would seem to be. Not so you say! What of nightmares you ask? If dreams are not just the visions to complete the day, then what are they?Sleep
What good is sleep if your miserable lives get played out over and over in your dreams? Sleep, we need it to live, but what of dreams can we live without them?
BlanketsBlankets clutched close and I huddle in the dark, footsteps outside every night always the same. Down the hallway I hear them come always in the darkness I hear them slowly walking up and down the hall stopping outside my door. I hold my breath and clutch my blankets tight. The darkness around me is alive with shapes of nightmares gone by leaping and jumping from place to place always just there outside my touch, I huddle in darkness with my blankets clutched close. Night after night I hear the footsteps, closer and closer they come. My heart does pound like a hammer in my chest I fear it will hear and I wish my heart to be silent. Then the sBlankets
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Un clin d’œil n’est pas un signe d’un flirt seulement
C’est aussi un signe d’une complicité entre deux personnes
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