Dream Woman Poem by Andy Caldwell

in a dream I had
as music played
I was clothed
she was nude
and she was pure
we danced together
it was not sexual
then against my chest
she lovingly pressed
her beautiful breasts
she had nothing to hide
and gave great attitude
and shared her truth
we spoke in whispers
talked all night
then I kissed her
we did not screw
I stayed clothed
as we swayed to the tunes
don't know what it meant
but her figure I drew
as I once used to
in time she aged
her breasts had fallen
so had her bottom
she had gray hair
and a wrinkle or two
artistically very beautiful
and that was truthful