
I dream
of peeling oranges in the kitchen
the scent of lilac wafting through the window
the sound of waves crashing against the shore
your hands on my hips as you come up behind me
a new normal to start the day
~~~
I dream
of laughing on a bench
as we watch the sun settle
behind a great lake
shades of orange and pink
stretch across the sky, the waves, my cheeks
a portrait of my love for you
~~~
I dream
of white linen
red lips and lace
your hungry eyes gleaming
starvation written on your face
lilac scented air
shadows dancing on the wall
passion burning nightfall
~~~
I dream
of a two-wheeled beauty
wind whipping through my hair
vibration stirring senses
leather caressing skin
coffee stolen kisses
between sunrayed asphalt journeys
to unknown destinations
back home again to sin
Wonderfully voiced, Kristian! I love the scenes painted by your words. ♥
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Thank you so much, Brad! ❤
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Beautiful Kristian, there is nothing more magical, mysterious and delicious than dreams!
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Thank you so much, my friend. I agree!
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You’re very welcome!
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Heartfelt, sad and the best ❤
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Thank you so much!!
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