Does she really believe she could ever be forgotten,memories of her are an Eiderdown comforter on a cold winters night!... something to wrap myself in! feel warm and content in!.... the arms of of a dream everlasting!
born upon a summers gust the warm smile and gentle touch that I have never known embrace me, Tickling,tingling taking me out of body to a place I longed to be...never gone always there a joy and a curse, .... a taste, a scent, a feel imagined, becoming realer than reality I disappear into a world that I can't have with THE woman from across the sea... hungers unrelenting. ramblings of a heart