I saw the girl of my dreams again today and sat staring, lost as the scene unfolded between us, my imagining showing me what might be as I, gazing blankly across the room, took her in my arms and, rolling across the bed, fell off in a fit of laughter and wonder, in awe with my possession, in love with the expression, mixed love and naivete, here everything I'd wanted and the night before yet unforgotten as curiously we'd ventured into each other, searching deep in the absence of fear our minds mingled, and, unafraid, drunk of each others knowledge as words pulled us together playing on our hidden expectations that so desperately we sought to quench and finally had here in one another found the answer to all desire and every question of ourselves that before we could not answer and for each idea spoken came another that vaulted our perception of each other higher until only physical exhaustion set the limit to our connection but only in that reality as in our dreams we met again and danced and vaunted and merrilly flaunted ourselves before each other partaking in the mutual expression of acceptance and enlightenment penetrating deeper than even our eyes sought in each other and found ourselves lovers, unwinding, reclining, declining the banality of bland sexuality in favor of transcendence and pure sensuality and rising higher and higher, swirling and turning, our breathing reflecting impossible yearning like children discovering yet far beyond learning, to heights undescribable, and depths still unknown, gone forever, now here in our passionate burning, and when I awoke the next day alone in my bed with an expression that half covered such intimate loss, I wondered and smiled and closed my eyes again in dire hope to re-create such perfection as I'd known the night before, but in that epoch of serenity it came, and with it the greying revelation that it was all imagination for as I sat and gazed upon her, letting the images die in my head, I knew naught had occured, nor ever would, for as I sat staring I let nothing be said.
Reason for writing:
Succinctly: A girl named Megan and my not having the balls
to talk to her and make my dreams come true.
Birth sign: Not entered
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