It was real to me

It was real to me;
Those promises and hopes
Of sunshine on her cheek,
Warm thoughts
Occupied by feelings,
Wound together
Under sheets,
Seeking truth
In those eyes;
Words of love,
Concupiscent,
Brought shelter
From the rain
In her touch;
The autumn palette
Of her hair, eyelashes,
Like autumn leaves
Trembling in the breeze,
Impetuous with desire
Meet my lips,
Consummating dreams.

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