Blue Velvet

I dreamt of a Velvet, in midnight blue,
Draping a poetess I admire,
Whose verses stir my desires anew
Into a lust that makes me perspire
When contemplating that Velvet...apart,
Or falling down in a revelation
That amplifies the beating of my heart
To inhale more of HER perspiration
Soon inter-coursing with vortical lust,
In Cytherean anticipation...
For the taut poundings from my pelvic thrust
And impending seeds of impregnation,
Diverted, though, when I pull myself out...
To have her sip at the seminal spout!