Dream, I have this this dream,
A warm, wet, slumbering dream.
I trace the fine curve of her jaw, to where it meets her ear,
I brush her closed eyelids; of me she has no need of fear.
The lips, her lips! I kiss them, gently, at first, and then with passion,
Tongues meet like a pair of entwining snakes in a wet, flickering fusion.
Testing, tasting, and the sweetness I drink,
This thirst will never be quenched, I think.
The shoulder, the smooth bicep, the dusky skin full of charm,
The mystic concave darkness of her smooth underarm.
Passing my palm over the satin sheen of her beautiful breasts, sleek with mountain dew,
The whorls of my thumb teasing her dark rosebuds, circling, eliciting a cat-like mew.
Tracing the line, a delicate invisible road, downwards heaven bound,
With finger and tongue, across her firm belly to Venus’s mound.
I kiss the delicacy of her fine ankle, following the curve of calf, softness of thigh,
Upwards to where my heaven awaits me; there exists no such Heaven upon high!
As to a stage magician, my hand quivers in a spell; her body levitating,
She arches towards me, her eyes squeezed shut, the contact anticipating.
Writhing, writhing now. Words uttered, unintelligible, moaning,
Watching her pelvic rise, straining to meet my magical hand, and groaning.
Touching now. Caressing with fingertips, as gentle as a phantasm,
I find the bead, the dewdrop bead, and she shudders in glorious orgasm.
As to a humming bird at the stamen of a flower, growing among the nettles.
Delicately seeking the nectar of her desire, I gently probe her petals,
I murmur into her softness, she purrs; and I seek to explore her wetness,
I am in heaven, at last, gratefully sipping her escaping sweetness.
No touch from her is asked or sought; but when it comes, I explode,
My mind shatters in ecstasy; in it, stars flare, fade and erode.
In the heady darkness of exotic space, as the planets spin and whirl,
I shake, I shudder, the dam bursts, and I collapse in a fetal curl.
And forevermore of that moment I will always dream,
But, I also hope, it will no longer be a just a dream.
One night, I beg, one hour, for how glorious it would be
Succumb, I plead, and for that secret moment, give yourself to me!