Insomnia
Sleeping men are beautiful.
Basking in moonlight, exhuming his vapors.
Looking young crystal glass.
Smoothing soft locks from his forehead.
I see prosperous dreams emanating from his pores.
Encased in cotton sheets of down he sinks into his slumber.
So tempting to lick his lips, decrease his skin with a touch of my hand.
Lightly not stirring his deep hypnotic state of joy.
Violins going off low in my mind. He is my love, my heart.
To sit here, watch the show of his resting.
To know he is dreaming, somewhere far off,
Is all of the paradise that I need.
About the Creator
Samantha Evans
Attending Full Sail University earning my Bachelors Degree in Creative Writing for Entertainment. I have my certification for teaching English as a second language with a specialization in Children and TOEFL. Goal: Graduation and Korea 2019
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