I Love to Day Dream
When life becomes tedious or laborious that is when I love to day dream. I pause and let my mind begin its familiar wanders.
Your face appears in my mind and soon a story begins to weave. A simple dream that is only partially controlled, going down paths enjoyed before or taking a new path with my heart in tow.
Adventure may be a moment away, or a passionate kiss may ignite an explosion of desire. But no matter when that day dream goes, that woman I cherish is a part of that wondrous portion of my day.
She may never know the thoughts that have occurred, she may never grace my lips with her kiss, but the pleasure she gives in my day dreams, is more than the rest of my day.
The ultimate day dream that wanders the corridors of my mind, is the one my heart cries out for, that dreams become real and love finds a home in this lonely old heart.
Your face appears in my mind and soon a story begins to weave. A simple dream that is only partially controlled, going down paths enjoyed before or taking a new path with my heart in tow.
Adventure may be a moment away, or a passionate kiss may ignite an explosion of desire. But no matter when that day dream goes, that woman I cherish is a part of that wondrous portion of my day.
She may never know the thoughts that have occurred, she may never grace my lips with her kiss, but the pleasure she gives in my day dreams, is more than the rest of my day.
The ultimate day dream that wanders the corridors of my mind, is the one my heart cries out for, that dreams become real and love finds a home in this lonely old heart.
61-69, M
