I Dream

In the shade of night, her visage flitters before me, as a muse, kindling and fulfilling desire. Her femininity drips upon me, and flows over me, casing my passion to quiver. Beyond the most luscious and succulent fruit lay her sweet savor. In my dreams, I desire nothing more than to give myself to her, fully and completely, seeing myself taken into her essence. I fancy that she take me. My Fathers never dreamt of such a one, but this one has since time immemorial. With the break of day, as I arise from slumber wiping dream-stuff from my eyes, my dreams cause me to desire her all the more.