Dream Come True

You taste as I remembered you in my dream
Fresh and full of life
I kissed you shyly at first,
Unsure of how you would react
You met my kiss
With the fervor of a woman denied too long
Hunger thirsted in your lips
My kiss was the water
You so richly deserved
Drink my beautiful one
I have more than enough
To satisfy all your wants and needs.

Jéan-Pierre, Dean
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4:57 pm
8-18-06