adventure, love, nostalgia, passion, sports, me, love, me,
by Christine Trower |
He takes me in his arms
Leading me in his hypnotic dance
His arms are strong
As he embraces me
Twirling and grinding his body
Suggestively into mine
The music pounds
And tantalizes my ears
The lights they excite me
And if the liquor is
Thick in my veins
I can almost see him...
The man on the white horse
The man who is purely fantasy
And will never exist
But, oh how I would love for him to be real!
To fall in love in just one night
And to have him carry me off to never never land
But instead I wake up
From my fantasy
And look instead into
The eyes of a drunken lover
by Sidney Hall Mad Poet |
fantasy, funny, loveme,
Provocative the way she leans against the door,
Towel around her dripping wet beckoning me.
Her lips pouting whispering to me begging for more,
In her arms kissing her, that where I wish to be.
Invisible hands loosen the towel as it drops,
To make a platform that worships her form.
Water runs down her breast to her belly and stops,
My eyes make love to every inch which makes me feel warm.
She combs her fingers through her hair,
Suggestively, enticing my pupils blur what is see.
I move closer to her over there,
But I find I’m too close to the TV.