The Dreamer

His presence was ideal, but his kiss was meant to be
Alone he would venture with aid from his noble steed
He would search near and far in search for his Majesty to be
I recall pieces from another foretold scene*

When I dreamed of us, well all I ever did was dream,
Visions of lustful and forbidden intercourses would parade
Battlefields, guns, and blood, dare not intrude this reverie*
Love, Sex and Magic was the only aggression we made

My erotic imagination had taken over my mind
I’d lie there, numerous days at a time
With nothing to hold, nothing to grasp, nothing to bind
Awaiting for a knock, a call, or even a sign

In reality all I had was me, myself and my thoughts
I lay restless, contemplating without a care in my mind
How would my Prince ever come to find the one he sought?
For the place where his mind lay differed from mine

My mind rest in a place where things were mink
Where the skies were blue, the clouds were pink
The air was warm and tasted sweet
And touffets were cluttered with Little Bo-Peeps

If he’d ever find me, how could he interrupt this dream?
If he looked close enough he’d see how happy I seemed
If he was here he’d look as happy as me
If I were there I’d be as happy as he

A soft kiss pressed my lips; it was him I could tell
Or was this some kind of merry fairy tail.
Decisions decisions, one I must make
To wake…or not to wake?
That is the question!




*Referencing Sleeping Beauty fairy tail
*Reverie- A synonym for the word dream