Bryan Deakin

Scottish Poet / Blogger / Community Activist

A Marvel

As I lie I can feel her soft hair in my face,
I can smell the summer fruit shampoo,
I can feel our bodies entwined,
I softly whisper sweet nothings into her ear,
And every few moments softly kiss her neck,
I slowly caress her body,
Feeling the pleasure flow throw her body,
She opens her eyes and smiles,
And asks me to sleep,
I close my eyes,
And take a deep breath in.
I open my eyes,
She is gone.

She was a marvel,
A figment of my imagination,
A hallucination.

© 2006 – 2016

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