REVERIE

The moon is hanging low in the sky,
her magical presence makes my spirit fly.
Once more She is calling the woman within
who knows loving man is never a sin.

My passions are stirring and I yearn to unite
with the man of my dreams on this special night;
where is he, this ghost, who visits my bed?
It’s time that we loved with bodies instead.

I’m calling you lover, now hear my plea;
I’m tired of fantasizing you’re here with me.
Though many men want to sample my charms,
I have no desire to be held in their arms.

I’ve tasted a few while I waited for you,
though they sated my lust they still didn’t do;
deep in my heart I know you exist,
one day you’ll emerge from destiny’s mist.

Your presence will be the sweetest of balms,
we’ll pleasure each other without any qualms.
Your kiss will be tender and I’ll shed a tear,
my heart beating wildly at having you near.

We will explore each other all through the night;
with all of our senses, our fires burn bright.
I’ll drink from your sweetness in so many ways,
two people engrossed in their lustful haze.

Wrapped in the full moon’s silvery glow;
lost in the rapture, we’ll let our love flow.
No boundaries here to house our flames,
no rules to abide by in our lovers’ games.

Before She abandons my bedroom once more
I’ll know you completely, this man I adore.
There’s nothing to fear from a union so blessed
as, contented at last I’ll sleep on your chest.

I sigh as my mind returns from the realm
where dreams come true with love at the helm.
If ever a woman needed her mate,
it’s when the moon opens the Mystical Gate.
(c) Sandra Anne Beal