Dream
Nov 11, 2001 – 1:34PM
Off in the distance, as some dark scary dream.
Looms a mighty gray castle, an unsettling scene.
The waves of this vision, the dark castle surreal.
As I gaze it’s forboding, I know not what I feel.
I am strangely drawn nigh, almost as though I float.
I stand at it’s ramparts, and encompassing moat.
A long rotted drawbridge, o’er a fetid black pond.
I cross over the drawbridge, to uncertainty beyond.
Moss covered oak doors, shrouded by a thick mist.
These mighty forbidden doors, cause my heartbeat to list.
I do not know why, I’m so strongly drawn within.
Yet an inner voice tells me, I’m committing a sin.
Might these ancient doors, hide my secret desire?
The principles of lust, an uncontrollable consuming fire.
The large doors creak opened, to a musty dank hall.
My lust at this moment, an incessant steady call.
The intoxicating sweetness, of the melodies about my head.
Lead me to a hidden chamber, and a curtain shrouded bed.
Into this chamber, I find myself secretly peek.
At a beautiful young woman, in a gown white and sleek.
The sun was now setting, an explosion of color to the west
Silhouetted her perfection, from her hips to her breast.
The slinky thin fabric, of her gown spun of silk.
Accentuated her form, her essence as milk.
I am hereto entranced, a feeling I’ve not before felt.
At the sound of her voice, all my senses melt.
She seductively smiles, as her finger twirls her hair.
I am filled with a desire, I can no longer bear.
Her impish lovely grin, plants within me a seed.
That awakens inside, such a deep aching need.
The universe all ’round, suddenly ceased to exist.
As this diva came to me, and my bare chest she kissed.
Just as a volcano, spills over in an eruption.
I am boiling inside, from this vixen’s seduction.
Solomon once said, “Play with fire & get burned.”
Was he ever a captive, of a woman so powerfully yearned?
Dare I for a moment, partake of my weakness?
Or do I retreat, into the dark castle bleakness?
I make up my mind, to depart this wicked place.
But she calls out my name, & muscles tense in my face.
Her smooth perfect body, red lips moist and sultry.
To gaze on her wholeness, I’m consumed in adultery.
I’m so utterly defeated, by this siren’s haunting song.
I shall consummate our union, in waves of ecstacy strong.
Is such a sin worth it, who can honestly say?
What then will happen, at the dawn of a new day?
I can but only pray, as each day I live.
God up in heaven, will this sin forgive.
-j
