Is it a privilege?
That I could see your special roseate parts
When I close my eyes
Smell your long wavy hair even in the dream
I examine your existence gently yet firmly with my own lips
Listening to your soft panting is
A whip to the horse of my fantacy
You stand facing me with the innocent look as always
Pretending not to notice your seduce
I lift one eyebrow confirming
As my finger lingers on your neck
