The man that i love is visually printed
in my mind.
Resides in my subconscious.
He dives like a pro in my stream of
He treats me like a mistress- comes to
my bed at the midnight hour on a regular.
Loves and respects me like a Queen-
giving me all the special treatment.
His peculiar rendezvous interrupts my
dreamy orchestral interlude with synchronized
beats of crazy love making.
He taunts me in my awake-ness like cloud
to ground lightning bolts.
Haunts me through the night like a ghost.
His face unclear, his intentions blurred.
His deep resonant baritone voice echoes
through my mind like an old skool slow jam.
He often abandons me to my lonely, pathetic
life at first light like a whore.
Leaving me seething for him- waiting for
the strike of dawn like an owl so i can
My mind is where our thoughts align.
My fantasy is where we both come alive and
connect on a higher level of cosmic energy as
our emotions overflow and create a supernova.
My mind is where i feel his presence; the essence
of his warm embrace, softness of his caress.
A dreamy utopia where we are both free, and
Deeply engrossed in one another, loving each
other without holding back.
No second guessing, paranoia or corrupted
In a realm where we are psychically connected-
feelings are honest, and true.
Our love is unencumbered.
Our thoughts are unaltered, hearts are deeply
conjoined like Siamese twins and souls intertwined
The man of my dreams becomes alive in my mind.
In a beautiful dream where i am all he desires.