A dream… of a certain type, wet and wild, dangerous, and growing but I’m still here all alone as always. I wish there was a night in which, me and some girl could make the bed springs sing but there never is. “Feel The Vibration” but the dead don’t move…
Bed springs vibrate
The creaking of metal
Almost as if they were singing
All night long
Don’t I wish?
Annoying to some
Wake Up
* * *
Pleasured ripple
Moaning and whispering
“Who’s Your Daddy?”
Closer and closer
Don’t want to let go
Someone is “coming”
Wake Up
* * *
Bodies pumping
Harder, faster, deeper
Be it love or lust
So tight
Almost there
But is it a nightmare
Wake Up
* * *
Drips and drops, the ebb and flow
Almost inaudible
Falling against the sheets
That sticky sound
Against my skin
But under the covers
Wake Up
* * *
Heartbeat
Faster and faster
Now relaxing
For a moment I’m happy
Sated
So I must be sick
Wake Up
* * *
Shaking me
No longer a dream
Reality
It’s my mom telling me to
Wake Up
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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