DREAM LOVER IN BLUE

Will you come to me tonight in dreams,
across all space and time ?
lf l call you,
will you answer...
will you truly, then be mine ?
will l feel your perfumed warmth....
lost in each others sweet embrace ?
and, with fingertips and kisses....
trace the contours of your face ?

and so much more......

For, here we can be anything... do anything
we so desire,
here is no caution, guilt, constraint.....
to quell, or mar the raging fire
of passion....
making slow, sweet love forever
in such harmony....
that ancient, sensuous dance
that leads to such exquisite ecstasy.

but, where.......

Do we share a night berth on the Pre - War Orient Express....
Thundering through the night.... approaching Prague,
or Venice.... or Trieste ?
Are we on a Pan-Am Boeing Clipper, off the China Sea...
bound for Shanghai or Hong Kong....
exploring Eastern mystery ?
or, perhaps....
a mighty Cunard on the North Atlantic run,
making love by starlight...
when another
perfect day is done ?

but, there is yet more.....

Here, we can explore the secret wants and needs
that we must keep
close shuttered in the secret places,
where we dare not tread or seek...
sweet contentment of our longings,
anything our hearts desire....
whisper softly,
whisper gently.....
tell me how to light your fire.

is it, perhaps.....

A symphony of tactile pleasure.
traced with gentle fingertips ?...
a Rhapsody of wild desire
with tip of tongue and brush of lips ?
unfolding gently... secrets,
tasting you....
the velvet depths....to seek
gliding, probing ...gently....
softly nursing you towards
your peak.

am l pleasuring you.........

Soft, fragile coral lips so gently parting...
teasing, with my tongue..
then slowly, slowly circling up
no rush...
no haste... we've just begun.......
seek out the tiny, timid fold
that hides the pearl
of natures' art.....
a gentle probe... a tiny circle...
there....
the very sweetest part.

of your femininity.......

Now moist and firm.... and proud and warm
against my lips.....
the merest play
of tip of tongue.....and now, the trembling starts....
and you soar far away.
continuing....
unending....
never faltering
till the morning light, comes creeping,
oh, my love,
come back to me
in sensuous dreams tonight.