PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Late at night, as dreams blow in on the breeze,

in silence I create indecent plays

starring you and I- a passionate craze.

Some call it obscene, dirty thoughts like these.

In protest I enjoy illicit ways:

creating sweet moments and lost in your haze-

frantic, high on this ritual to please.

Improper, perhaps, who cares what is right

as I use all our senses to explore:

Conjuring these thoughts may go on all night.

Furious, yet sweet, a sensual fight.

Take it away and I'm begging for more.

In for a ride with what I have in store.