White Day

Monday morning, a bright white day.
Tall pine trees, blue skies.
I saw him approaching all distressed, I don't know what he'll say.
Mixed feelings over whelmed me.
We stood, passionately hugging and sharing a kiss.
Looking deeply into his rich brown eyes;
With each inhale I took in his sweet natural scent.
All around me felt heated, like 800 degrees.
Falling together on the ground all tangled up.
A perfectly smooth rock thrust against his gelled hair,
Cherry colored liquid filled my hand;
His once creamy colored skin turning slowly white.
He could have never love me how much he loves her.
The rush felt so real;
Little did I know, it was just a dream.

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