Fantasy

stars burnt bright in our autumn ward ships sat still in a distant fjord thoughts rang through in solemn lines her beauty touch could n'er be mine immersed in silence, she burns so close just one touch I shall propose woken from a midnight dream dared to slip inside her fantasy a kiss, a rub and then some more tongues wrestle to the evermore fingers caress in to the night coming closer, forever tight serenades' surrendering in every glide warm eruptions deep inside a glow glimmering upon the soul eucharistic offering to behold i entered in her midnight dream fulfilling each our fantasy