The Kiss That Wouldn't End

Softly I sleep in peace and slowly drift in to a dream. A place of all beautiful and passionate things. A place where all I touch feels real and all death stands still. In the land in which I live I am heavenly, with hair of gold and eyes of silver. Above me, is a sky painted black with shinny stars And everywhere you look, is the sight of planets like mars. There before me, a man that is more handsome then anyone i've ever seen. His touch cold, and soft like a passive wet dream. His eyes dark brown, and his lips of red, his tender touch drapes across my check, and he kisses my forehead. He wears, black clothes, and a long black jacket, and his hair long and soft. He touches my hands as if he will never let go. He whips away my tears, and never tells me no. I feel his lips getting closer to mine a memory in my head, over passing times. a flash back, of how we used to be a blank spot left to the wind, that is called a memory. A beautiful vision comes to me, like a dark knight that holds him self close to me. He's an angel my eyes has never seen. no one could describe this dream. He kisses me, and my lips swell. he sucks my tongue and in his eyes I saw farewell. he sucked gently, and blood drenched out from our mouths my eyes flickered and there was no way out. Pitch black everything turned the moon covered in fog, demons surround him, in this mind block. his lips turn to vines, which intertwines with mine And I can never leave. I'm his forever, And I must surrender on my knees. Written December 7th, 2001 © on Dec 07 2001 11:30 AM PST, Shelly   0 • 10