Located in an empty room designed for dancing lessons,
I find myself surrounded by art to spark vast impressions.
Enhanced melancholy describes the tension. On wooden floors
I stand; as I glanced for an exit I realized the room didn't have doors.
But I took notice of one of the painted pictures,
a dancer so graceful she reminds you 'bout ancient scriptures.
She possessed a beautiful nature, like damn; ''She is fine!''
As I stared at her she started moving and dancing devine.
I reached for her hand and she smiled, then she climbed out of the frame.
Slightly embarrassed I realized that lust is partly to blame.
A natural blonde with minimum make-up, I felt blessed to be there,
Her red dress reached her knees and was slightly disguised by the length of her hair.
Then music filled the room and there was nothing but dancing and grace,
as I finally woke up I had a smile on my face.

(This is the first verse in a series of dreams I've had that's made an impact in one way or the other.)

Originally Posted by Vulgar (Post 72195) I had a dream about a pornstar recently...but it wasn't as harmonious or scenic as this one. Your writing has generally improved as you are making strides at patiently weaving a storyline. Nothing too choppy except for repeating words sometimes like 'dancing' - other synonyms might help to get some variety going. Keep doing you