In my dreams

In my dreams
Her hair cascades
Like a river of flames
Across her porcelain plains

In my dreams
Her eyes capture me
In their powerful icy grip
Who knew passion could freeze

In my dreams
Her perfect pale peaks
Tipped in purest rose
Swell with deep lust for me

In my dreams
Her ruby red lips
Taste of sweetest honey
And give my lungs new breath

In my dreams
Her small form
So fragile and delicate
Is engulfed in my strength

In my dreams
She opens to me
Guiding me into her
And offering me all of her

In my dreams
Our bodies move
Powerful bull, graceful matador
A battle of passion, lust and love

In my dreams
She takes my seed
With her desperate need
To be claimed wholly as mine

In my dreams
She is real
In my dreams
I am free.