Surreal Dreams

Written by: David Welch

When the road is a gypsies ribbon and the trees dance with the wind
The nights hours fade to memorie. Embracing the Carnal sins.

Two succubus hands provoke my senses. For wine has their control.
I deny their actions and offenseses. Cleansing my harden soul.

To my eyes they appear angelic. Like sapphires amidst moonlight.
I admire them like relics. Only for the night.

I bring them to my house to sleep their demons away.
They want something else. Pulling me astray.

I lay their figures on clouds of white. My bed is large and grand.
Both scratch, claw, and bite. With promises engraved in sand.

Finally ending their sharade. They fall asleep together
Really wanting to get laid. I sustained the tempest weather.

When the rays seep through. Waking weary eyes.
I witness it too! A maroon sunrise.
Breakfast is waiting on the gentile stool.
Kind smells are baiting for their appitiets are cruel.

After eating they slip away to their home of family hood.
Fully contemplating the way I fully understood.

Later amongst our peers and friends. The ladies convey my trust.
Drawing near favorites and kin. For a savage lust.