Pulling in the driveway
Why?
Knocking on an unknown house’s door
Finding him.
Fate making us meet again
Over a glass of fresh water
Just inches away
Not wanting to give in and beg
Not wanting to ask
Heads slightly tilting
Lips meeting
At last
Feeling the warmth inside me again
At last
Better than a Tequila shot
Better than Pinot Noir
Better than Champagne
Tickling my soul
Caressing my troubled mind
Blurry… Where are your lips?
Now,
Where are you?
Waking up alone
Shallow and cold…
Awake.
Cyranny's Cove 
Awww, I know about these dreams.
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Funny where our minds take us when we give up control on our thoughts….
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Those dreams are worse than the bitter taste of reality.
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That’s pretty bad…
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Well written Cyranny 🙂
Please remember to tell me your wrist size and how ling you wish the dangles at your earrings.
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Thank you Irene 🙂
I will take the measurement, and get back to you a little later today 🙂
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