i imagine her with long sable hair
that drapes over her slender
shoulders like a long black boa.
her pearl white skin gleams like
the moon on a clear winter's night.
her lips are seductively quiet and
match the color of her slithering hair.
oh, her eyes, her deep grey eyes,
how enchanting they are.
just one glance at their majestic
sparkle has the power to entrance.
wrapped around her comely skin
is a black-laced garb that contours
around her goddess-like body
like the shade on a bright summer day.
on one fateful night, a night far from now,
she will quietly slip through my window
never making her presence known
like a shadow in the night.
she will walk over to my bed and
gently comb her soft pallid hands
through my hair, comforting my dreams
and deepening my slumber;
and, when the time comes and her silken
hands stop, she will lean down like an
angel and kiss me with her black lips.
with just a kiss, one soft, gentle kiss,
i will wake and behold her divinity,
she will take me by the hand and walk
me to the window where we will float
off into the night to never-never land.