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Pour me a dream
If I gave you a glass would you pour Me a dream? Decant me a draught Of true love if you please? Pray do Not be stingy, tip lavish and long, Pour freely with passion to the brim And beyond.
To the brim and beyond where love Grips the heart, where dreams never Ending are spun in the dark. Where a low Whispered ‘Yes’ borne on trembling lips, Turn the world upside down in the heat Of a kiss.
In the heat of a kiss like no other before, In the swirl of the moment, what was That you poured? A full bodied nectar, A draught for one night? Oh, no, you Sipped true love, and true love’s for life.
© Joseph G Dawson
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