Dreams of E

These dreams of E, so fiery and vivid
erotic imaginings of nights in Heaven loving she.
She whose name starts with E
befitting the ecstasy her body brings unto me.
Thought this sounds obsessive,
perhaps altogether aggressive,
assure you I am nothing but innocently expressive.
Though her curves I wish to race,
her hips I lust to trace, and
her lips I long to taste,
I know my place.
But a writer am I,
so in my nature it is to let thy mind run
dirty and wild with dreams of E.
Ignited when I see her on TV,
a red carpet gala, or a United Nations rally.
With a chest rather erotic,
an ass so hypnotic,
and an accent perfectly exotic
is it any wonder the reason
for periotic bouts of wanting?
Wanting and wishing to hear the
delightful moans of she,
whose name begins with E
befitting the ecstasy her body brings unto me
in the dreams of E.