She tied my hands and feet with streams of left over satin
My imagination wants to resume our earlier passion
Looming large up ahead was her four poster bedroom
Then came the thoughts of my own sinking doom
How many people step aside or dive into their dreams
The old and passed prime also wants to play it seems
It was real as I knelt in front of your mirrored soul
Wanting to fill where my heart was that left a hole
The moon’s rising over the roads up ahead of me
No dreams for the near future that the dark clouds foresee
Expecting whatever bits and bytes that she might send
Left me running and reeling to the ones you let attend
© 2013 Michael Yost 05/24
Michael's Lair 
I feel the indecision and fear and inadequacy – to do or not to do?
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Like fish on dry land! 🙂
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romantic tribe.
Happy Friday.
😉
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And to you!
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The new prompt is up Micheal if you are game =)
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a quandary, a hesitancy and also acceptance I noted, well done as this piece evokes so much!
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My own imagination was caught off guard… …Will it go round in circles…
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Blushing.
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