Lately
When I close my eyes
And fantasize
Before I go to sleep
It is not a man’s lips I touch with mine
That make me fall through butterfly time
They are softer lips
Fuller hips
And eyes profound and deep
She winks long lashes and curls a smile
Intoxicatingly close she stays for awhile
In her embrace
Our fingers lace
We hold each other to keep
Dreaming
Anna Flurry 