Man Without A Face07:06 Jul 28 2006
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Again, he has come to me in my deepest slumber..
How his warm touch awakens my senses in ways I never even thought possible
His gentle hands trace the lines of my face and cups my cheeks
As his soft lips press against my mouth in a slow, tender kiss...
His strong arms encircle my waist and draws me closer
Near enough to feel his heart beating against my own
My head reels from the sensations of both craving and the urge to be reckless
As I too begin to kiss him with an ardor that I never thought was in me
Who is this man who keeps haunting me in my dreams?
How does he seem to know what it takes to really awaken the nymph in me?
Yet as I surrender to this sweet madness, he whispers ever so softly in my ear...
"It's gonna be okay..."
And between the stifled screams and hushed moans of passion,
I realize how blissful it is to share such an intimate moment with this stranger...
A man who's voice seems ever so familiar...
Yet his face remains shrouded in mystery
And as I begin to reach and almost touch the stars with his firm, rhythmic movements
I take hold of his hands upon my naked thighs
And we soar off into the heavens above
Leaving behind all the pain, sorrows and heartache..
It is then I flutter my eyes open... waking to the new day that lies ahead...
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