My door
Last time I dreamed of you, you were standing at my bedroom door, draped in soft sensual lace, just like you were before
By the light of the full moon, I could see all your sexy curves, I watched as you walked closer, I loved the way you swerved
Standing at my bedside you stepped out of the lace you were in, you then took me by the hand and pressed it to your skin
My hands ran across your body I mapped you in the dark, feeding your every curve, made my passions spark
Then finally you leant over me, you gave me all the things I wished, I felt you getting closer and then at last we kissed
You slid in beside me, i held you in my arms so tight, that was the magic time, we made love right through the night
That night we shared everything, no poet could ask for more, brought to me the moment, I dreamed you standing at my door
THE KINKY POET
