(04 October 1943 / Germany)

All Of Me?

Oh, what a dream!
You drooled all over me.
You couldn't get
enough.

And I of you.

You held my hand.
Your lashes scratched my cheeks.
Bare legs were touching and
the world had gone away.

You said you wanted
all of me.
I was so flattered.
It's yours to take,
I said.

Then I woke up.

I'd like to dream tonight,
and dream of you.
Perhaps you would,
my love
tell me
you will.

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Comments (2)

Hmmmm.....what to say...........
Herbert you haven't been reading that poem ecstasy, have you the poem that harris girl wrote, it will make you dream regard's allan