Dreams

Black dress, tight, eyes of ocean blue
Zaftig figure makes her way towards you

There's a woman to complete my life
Funny saying, of one not his wife

Walks straight towards me, as if intentions
Oblivious her surroundings, focuses my direction

No one responding, I curiously turn to find
Demands attention, surely not mine

Comes upon me, stands right in front
As if searching, finds what she wants

Feet slightly spread, hands on hips
Mine eyes walk her body, from shoes up to lips

Lips cherry red, as if to devour
Plants a kiss, with seductive power

His mind says stop, but his hormones won't listen
Fully aware his south has risen

In a room quite sudden, doffs her clothes
Now more excited, she'd teasingly pose

Without a hint, any wishes
A mind reader as if, gets right down to business

So perfect, everything in place
In every detail, especially her face

My every move, wants and desires
Easily granted, never needing to inquire

Find ourselves arriving, pinnacle of passion
Reaching the end, our amorous titillation

Calls him "Honey", as their rhythm is faster
Conceding and known, from slave to master

Again shouts "Honey", this time is louder
His eyes open to a world of another

"Honey you'll be late, better get up!"
"Made fresh coffee...come get your cup!"