Dreaming often of a meeting.
In pure elegant surround,
Your room in the penthouse
Our meeting place of secrets.
You and me slim and sleek
You're tall and virile and
Me, I'm dressed all in satin
A negligee of milk white.
You pick me up, easily
This me, a slip of a feather
So confidently you lay me
Across the king sized bed.
I am all breathless and sweaty
Thrashing around this expanse
Then I awake and I am alone
Was only the dream I have often.
© April 18. 1999