I Dreampt Of Passion's Fire Poem by Lillian B. Rose

I dreampt of passion's fire
with you to hold the flame
The one nar forgotten in recompense
could stand with me again

For with you I still get nervous
But not with waves of fear
By exhilaration and sunlight
that tickles with you near

which beads upon my brow
urging my hands to reach forward
as we toss in ecstasy; rolling burned
From each other's touch

I dreampt of passion's fire
The novitiate-like reaction amiss
forperhaps I had failed to notice
the timidness of your gentle side

As you ask for clarification
never expectant of such a query
My love, have you forgotten
what drew us into the night

the morning of our somber moments
when action was proposed
and thoughts of the completion
were shared by our two souls