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Dare to Dream
I dare to dream of a love that was once forbidden, my desires once compartmentalised and hidden. I believe that mine lay in the dreams of yesteryears, but alas, when hope seemed diminished, and I had deemed that my fate was to dwell in the realms of fantasy, lo, one came knocking at my door. He has floored me; now, my heart beats with the strength and vigour as in my youth.
I have bitten the fruit, my clothes shed, and I stand naked.
I feel the blush of every rush. An undeniable fire burns and my heart yearns with the angst of longing. I feel him in every fibre of my being. My eyes are all seeing.
I taste the bitterness and sweetness of the fruits. The unspoken truth has come knocking at my door. It is lust, the sourness that fills my heart, the giddiness I feel at every thought of him, my emotions busting at the seams; my heart…too heavy for the cavities of my chest to bear. I pinch myself, for I believe this not to be real.
Many years of yearning have brought me to this place. He is a beacon of light within my sight.
When all hope appears diminished, my soul relinquished to the word, I find myself embraced in the rapture of love; the man of my dreams is knocking at my door.
Some might say it is too soon for the flowers to bloom, but do they not respond to the sun’s warmth?
