He Dreams

a poem by Elaine E. Howie

Her beauty was astonishing as she floated in the room,
I could not stop myself even though I was with my friend.
Something inside me wanted to be inside her.
I waited for just the right time to approach her as the party went on,
suddenly she was gone from my view
and as I searched the room I knew I had to go too.
I made some excuse to the person I was with, and hurriedly rushed off to find her.
The patio was poorly lit so I stepped out seeing no one,
hearing only the chitter chatter as they all shuffled about.
My heart dropped and my head suddenly felt heavy from the wine.
I’d lost her that lovely creature this time.

I felt rather than saw the glint of laughter in her hair
as a shadowy smile crept upon her face,
she had very little to say and I knew I would never forget this day.
She entertained me with her legs as they swept the dust of the air
and we danced enclosed in our own cloud.
It was lovely, yes it was sassy, and this beauty was soaked in classy.

I was allowed to escort her home,
she lived in a part of town where my crowd never roamed.
She sipped up the stairs as I drank in her physical vibes controlling all my emotional desires.
She opted for candles instead of the small fireplace;
with wine and cheese crackers for my pleasure she excused herself with grace.

I loosened my tie and composed myself for I did not want to appear anxious and uncertain,
so I hid my lust behind a curtain.
In bounced my beauty skin grinning like the gold off a shameless moon,
the mood was set by and erotic undertone, I knew I would take her soon.
Waiting for desert I had not realized I’d devoured my dinner with my first glimpse of love,
she was the lady of enchantment from somewhere up above.

Her nipples stood up like the juices within my lower inner depths,
her feather part more fluffy then any goose pillow of wealth,
with buttocks that sung the music of a promised love,
ensuring me of the fine qualities instilled in her from past wisdom past love.

I can see it all so clear oh god, how I wish she really were here.
My heart relives that song written image of my friend.
No, don’t wake me I refuse to let this enchantment to a dream be
The end.