‘fantasies' Poem by C.F Francis

You-you were in my dreams last-last night
You came -came unto me from the heavens
So beautiful
Even stars bow down at your feet
And angels desire your virtue.

His sweet lips run down my spine
Blowing-blowing my mind away-
His gentle touch cause my bones
To echo in anguish delight.

His placid tongue explored my body
So mild-
Searching for my fruitful garden,
My fountain filled with honey
Overflowed-
And his fingers probe my sweet folds.

We were-connected
His hard muscles crash between
Soft pillows.
Our bodies merged in heavenly bliss
As our fantasies exploded in sweet torment.