Tangerine Dream

Poem by: Michael Cleary

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I met her in my dream, oh how her eyes did gleam

Lips sweet like tangerines, as odd as that might seem.

In the room the moonlight streamed, we danced in its beams,

stimulation bursting at the seams, loving beyond our means.

Nothing blocking or between, a lovely pie topped with cream,

such an erotic scene, with a commoner and a queen.

We were such an exquisite team, when viewed or left unseen,

with sweat like kerosene, billowing smoke and steam,

swimming against the stream, in this waking dream.

It feels so good to be unclean, if one knows what I mean,

pleasure is the theme, when I dream of tangerines.

Submitted: November 04, 2022

Poetry love fantasy sex lust

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HOUDINI

Good observation.
I've met some truly wonderful people in my dreams at times...so much that that it was painful to lose them when I awoke...sigh. I even wrote a poem about it at one FOREVER LOST TO ME.

Fri, November 4th, 2022 3:56pm

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Is that one available on booksie? I would be interested to read it.

Fri, November 4th, 2022 9:03am

jaylisbeth

This is fantastic! Very well structured, too. Great rhyming! Well done, my friend.

Fri, November 4th, 2022 4:21pm

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Thank you Lisbeth! Been playing around with rhyming structure to see what works. I was trying to figure out if a particular rhyming pattern could illuminate the passion theme. It was intended to inspire an out of breath message.

Fri, November 4th, 2022 10:09am

KateWrites

Well this certainly sounds like a magical, intoxicating scene. You have woven some really nice little sensual undertones throughout this piece. I wonder if your mind will allow you to revisit this scene or similar in another dream... very nice work.

Fri, November 4th, 2022 5:50pm