Experiment In Pountoun-The Dream Poem by Tracy WatsonBrown

The dream I had continues to torment.
The passion of it fills me with such fear.
I wonder where such dreaming finds its birth?
The thought of it sends shivers down my spine,

The passion of it fills me with such fear,
I scarce can concentrate on things in hand-
The thought of it sends shivers down my spine;
My heart and breath are out of my control.

I scarce can concentrate on things in hand.
The dream's remembrance causes me such pain;
My heart and breath are out of my control
As pleasure surges through my helpless frame.

The dream's remembrance causes me such pain,
I wonder where such dreaming finds its birth,
As pleasure surges through my helpless frame,
The dream I had continues to torment.