Kinga : The Dreamer

I am here
as darkness falls, 
my sensual lover.
would be, 
waiting in the winds,

you enter on soft draped 
billowy cool night breezes
and bleed into 
my dreams. 

hard-bodied, 
tangy musk-scented, 
you press deep
as thickly matted curly hair teases
softly curved breasts to 
rosy-peaked alertness. 

kiss me. 
 oh, your lips are so soft…
your breath, sweet.

i want to feel you, 
alive and real
as wholly charged 
sexually ablaze
i am ripe for you.