Sleep Walking

Sleep walking to her.

The woman of my dreams.
Not sure if I would be graced by her presence if I was walking awake.

As crazy as it may seem, I continue to walk.I continue to walk into her warm embrace. An embrace tighter than a double knotted lace.

Enticing kisses to her forehead, I step back to see the smile upon her face.

Together we walk.
We walk to this lively place



- Maxime Hilaire

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