My Dream ..

He makes me feel good in every way
That's what I told her..When she asked about you
I never knew it would happen, to me
For I was not in the least interested in he.
A cheeky beggar I thought he, in every way.
But he persistently, wouldn't give up every chance
Where did you spring from says I
From a land far far from you across the oceans so true.
Asking what do you want with me
He sneeringly laughed and said I like the look of you
I couldn't imagine where he seen me
For I certainly knew not he.
But with time, we chatted on
As we became more involved
His language was such his questioning intense
He simply wanted to know everything about, me!
I can not believe you've asked that of me
When I last made, love you see...
Cheeky, beggar says I how could you ask that of me!
But the way he used his language exciting me somewhat
I knew not what he meant at times.
Do I have to explain it to you, says he
And I began to feel more excitedly.
No one's ever spoken that way to me
Might as well been, a virgin I understood not he.
Then one day he caught up alone with me
And persistently chatting incessantly.
His words penetrating my mind
He's words playing havoc with my senses
Playing a game with me.
And I excitedly played along with he
Let's do it he said insistently
His words flowing over me I can believe not what he said to me.
The fire in my brain inflaming me, so I played along with he
It reached a point I was high as a kite
The fire building in my blood spilling out
His sweet nothings much to be desired, I was playing with fire
Under my skin was he I could wait not to see where it would take me!
Good at this game I was not, saying this much to him
Experienced I was not when it came down to it
Although I liked the games he played, saying this much to him!
Then everything went wrong
As my friend searched he, wanting him not for, me
Saying I had my poetry, that I didn't need he!
She put the spokes on us to see if he..how good he was.
Questioning me about she, was he.
I could believe not how interested he was in her
Whilst he protested putting the onus on me
About my possessiveness.
But in my ambiguity, I could believe not he
But my mind was full of him in my waking hours my dreams
I dreamed that he was making love to me
The dream was such the experience so real.
Fighting him, I wanted not his words burning like fire
My senses my mind my mind allowing me to make love to he
His words burning a hole in my mind insistently.
Grasping with my senses for sanity
Wrapping myself around he incandescently so.
My mind in shock I can believe not as he enters me
Sending shivers through me my mind in ecstasy
Crying out your name time and time again
Oh darling, love me love me...

                                    Connie James.