Your Woman of Fantasy

I’m the unchained melody hidden within your Inner soul, the lustful beating heart that ravishes The male beneath submission’s wrath, leaving nothing To remain but ashes of erotic residue behind. I’m the lunar temptress, illuminating thy forbidden desires By the moonlights influx, a translucent being shimmering Between enchantments silken sheets of fantasy. Wants gypsy rose of paradise, shaking my private tambourine, For the golden bangles of my mid-night lover, The highway man who’s stolen my heart’s pleasure, And has left me aching for more. The nineties twenties flapper, a dime a dance, For a whirlwinds romance, your hotsy totsy baby, Lost in the rhythm of the wild, reckless abandonment Of music’s seduction beat. Behold I’m the unsheathed rose thorn exposed, The flickering of candle light burning at both ends, The untied ribbons, releasing the loose tresses of Locks of raven hair, that covers the moon at twilight’s Hour of passion. Salvation’s untamed spiritual descendant, casting My vials of temptation to the winds of desert, As grains of sand, that turns golden as they land, At the feet of humanity’s thresholds bed chamber. A glittering jewel of the Nile, sailing the isles Of fertility beyond the ages, towards the shores Of infinity within your arms my beloved pharaoh, I your Egyptian slave, to be commanded at your Whim’s wish. Who am I, you ask in a night’s hushed whisper, The one whom truly loves thee, just ask me and I will become your heart’s desire, your woman of Fantasy, Why again you ask, simply put the woman Dearest beloved that loves you without Reservations control, for you are the puppet Master of my inner soul, and I love thee Beyond reasons understanding. CONTEST HOTSY TOTSY 02-18-2015