awake...and Saturday it be.

...out of sleep, reflective to wake
for the dream so real and tender and intimate
a body warm and close and absorbing, the safeness of the emotion shared.
how does the mind choose what to dream?
where does it go to to cast its characters?
who are these people that pop up so happily...may i meet them now that i am awake?
the feel of heat and raw passion
still knows to linger as the feet touch the ground
the mind moggy and still confused
so wishing, it had not been ripped awake.
the courage of letting go, in the dreamworld, no matter the circumstance.
no fear of failure, no fear of passion not returned.
so to wake and nipples hard and the loins still throbbing
that touch still lingering
a warmth still enveloping

...where has it gone to ...
does that side of the world
miss my brief appearance and share
for...
i must have been cast in their little world too?

RB.