Mysterious person

by Jamie   Aug 1, 2006


He comes
to me in my dreams
his ice blue eyes
long blonde hair
light tan skin
his pointy ears
perfectly pointed
his touch is soft as silk
his voice sounds like a melody
the whisper of his voice sends
chills through my spine
and body
the scent of fresh pine and forest among him
the same wonderful scent of him
i can smell in the morning
the safeness
when im in his arms
the softness of his lips upon mine
the innocence of his kiss
his touch upon my skin is like
babys skin
then he fades
the bright comes
another day
he stays in my dreams
waitng to come again

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  • 18 years ago

    by Kelsey

    Wow, you are a hopeless romantic..and that is NOT a bad thing :-)