How Would It Have Been
Dave Adkins

Drifting off into dreams
    as the sun moves slowly across
a clear blue sky,
    a picture breaks into my dreams.
A picture of you
    and what never happen,
that mournful summer
    How I never go the chance
to taste those cherry lips
    spread into an easy smile.
Or feel your hands
    a long my ready body
exploring your full.
    To have never got the moment
to share with you
    a day, a night of forbidden passion.
To pass my days wondering
    how it could have been
with you and I.
    How we could have spent
passing the time
    in a heated combat to a cooling caress.
Wondering how you would have felt
    blocking out the sun
pressing deep within,
    buried to the hilt.
To lay on my back
    and imagine you hands
traveling along my body
    stopping here and there
to get a better feel.
    Dreaming of you
when the moon is high
    taking away my sleeping time.
With thoughts of you
    and what I long to do
but regrettably never got that chance.
    Thoughts dancing in my head
of you and your body
    entwined with mine
lasting throughout the night
    yet never finished
as the alarm goes off
    and the rays of the sun
shines into my bitter life
    giving way to a misery
of me wondering
    how would it have been?
instead of me dreaming
    of a passion that never started
but always thought of
    in a dreaming moment.


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