Your Beautiful Face

Every night I see your beautiful face
deep in the glow of my alary dreams
for you have taught me what it is to want.
What it is to need the touch of your skin
feel the way a body can glide
and drown you in passions of lust.

Your magic twisted me in ways of lust
to the point I can clearly see your face.
We danced in sensual ways the body glides.
You were a dream that was more than a dream
I blossom from the gentle scent of your skin.
The more you gave me the more I wanted.

And you have me more than I wanted
as I was satiated by your lust.
Overwhelmed by touch of your tan skin
and the rosy aspect of your sweet face
To make love to you was the dream of dreams.
Across loves dance floor we let ourselves glide.

Like swans on a tarn would gracefully glide
Your concupiscence went where it wanted
to the climatic pinnacles of many dreams
where we acted out fantasies of lust.
Kissing the contours of each others face
and loving in a way that was deeper than skin.

Matters of the heart go deeper than skin.
In new realms of desire we glided.
Knowing beauty lies beyond a pretty face.
Deep within the heart lies the seed of want
prepared to blossom with first deluge of lust
Lust had always been the very first dream.

You my dear have always been in my dreams
and I’d die to taste the wine of your skin.
My love sprinkled with a trace of lust.
Within such fantasies my mind swiftly glides.
You have taught me how to hunger and want.
Arousal swells with one look at your face.

Upon these wings of lustful dreams I glide
touching skin in perfervid ways of want.
Love and lust blossom when I kiss your face.