Keep On Dreaming

muddled lime with brown sugar
topped with cachaca over lots of ice
drunken laughter, getting vulgar
caipirinha’s way for a night of vice

let them meet, beauty and beauty
scent of women, pretty and pretty
brightening the air, Fanny and Randy
oh pretty please, let ‘s have then all sweet and savory

freshly picked blossoming flowers
moisten lightly, the dawn showers
add a tiny helping of half ripe cherry
then a hint of Faudet’s debaucherry

all naked, what’s fair is fair
dreams can be real if it’s not a dare
dizzily waking them up to a raunchy affair
and if it’s a debaucherry, who the hell cares!

the earth last night, she was seen crying
the meadow, warms the bodies seen laying
the flora, covers the nakedness seen alluring
the fauna, entices the beast seen passionately hunting

unveiling the future, an unbecoming nightfall
scattering corners, trembling all the way to the hall
cooling breeze, calming the nerves of them all
howling wolves, ready to pounce for fear of fuck-em all!

mass of whispering moans
fills the air of the scented home
shredded underwears and pounding tones
ecstasy everywhere, whenever I choose to roam

supple bosoms reflecting the faint light
taut and hard, they are all pink and tight
memories affecting the moment’s delight
eddying current passing throughout the orgasmic night

ahhh .. I stand in the corner simply watching
fantasizing upon the hypnotic frenzy I’m experiencing
remembering that Michael Faudet told me something
“place your hands beneath your floral panties and keep on dreaming!”