Fata Morgana

In the midnight hour my wife came to me                    
still honeymoon young and so eager to dance                  
as she was much more than an old memory...                  
in a dream romance.                 
                   
And as I slumbered she ensorcelled me more                  
with hypnotic motion in her every whim                  
of houri nymph veils and beauty galore...                  
in velvety trim!                    
                   
In coronary thrall my desire showed                  
when she took my pulse from the end of my cock                  
with her oracle lips predicting a load...                  
of potion ad hoc.                    
                   
Then coquettishly she backed away to play                  
with raiment silk that she would coaxingly buss                  
to tease me in her exhilarating way...                  
and my manhood thus!                  
                   
Soon bare, she romped with her legerdemain art,                  
from head to toe with undulation betwixt                  
which by fits and starts kept affecting the dart...                  
that Cupid transfixed.                    
                   
The crisis by Eros soon came to a head                  
when my whirling vision, to her aspect surged,                  
as she in her glory ascended the bed...                  
to have my lust purged.                  
                   
Her access at last she would blithely permit                  
since her shimmy met all Terpsichore's plans                  
to aggrandize all the love I'd commit...                  
from my swollen glans!                    
                   
Yet from that phantom skeet where she was engaged                  
I roused to find myself aberrantly dry                  
as her apparition was too soon un-staged...                  
from my bride-groom eye!