Dream Girl

   
I dream of a wide-eyed, impish face    
Stealing beats that my heart skips;    
   
Of pressing potent kisses    
On her warm and hungry lips.    
   
I savor swiftly thickening joy    
As she, mischievously, strips;    
   
Baring honey-brown breasts I gently caress    
With eager fingertips,    
   
While I ride the urgent rhythm    
Of her undulating hips—    
   
Until a single, mingled moan,    
From our glistening bodies, slips,    
   
And we rest at sensuous journey’s end    
To dream of future trips.