Dreamy Desire

I lose myself in the hourglass and porcelain skin
and hope that her angelic wings can lift me into
the sky of pure lust as I touch her in exotic ways.
Taste skin that is soft and yet of fire burning me deep
in ways that up till now I have only hoped to dreamed.

To dance with this Succubus in the midst of deep visions
whirling in the wild song of pure hedonistic desire.
I would not waken without first being defiled
with a smile on my face and eyes glazed from
the pure tingling of her soft touch.

I feel the soft warmth of her breast
the soft silkiness of her blanket as it drops.
Breasts smile in their strawberry red.
The dream reverberates through my mind
like an echo that I do not want to stop.