In my head

In my head

Is it really naughty if we've not been skin to skin, is having dirty dreams of you, to be counted as a sin

Touching you from afar, but to never taste your lips, the dream of lying next to you, or thrusting with my hips

Tasting your sweet nectar, to spread your petals wide, are these just dirty thoughts, i should bury deep inside

Dreams and vivid pictures of you naked on my bed, haunt my dreams most nightly, when you climb out from my headn

Where did this come from, where did desire start, because i hardly know you and we live so far apart

Chatting, words and poetry, i guess helped plant the seed, kindness and compassion, helped to grow my need

I would never tell you straight, these thoughts are kinda mine, but i guess sometimes they get out, written in a rhyme

You are my inspiration, a muse from inside my head, flowing stanzas of how i feel, are written to be read

Leaving me with one question, i hope my poem shows, anonymity for my secret muse but I'm hopeful that she knows

Ron