He's a tattooed Adonis that invades my dreams
His long dreads sway softy in the breeze
As he gently removes his shirt
His amber skin is soft to the touch
Like he was just born
I want to possess and take him
To the castle that I prepared
Have him clothe in purple and blue
And put a crown on his head
I'll kneel to him on a throne a
As he dines on the poetry about him
That I am imprisoned to write
And make love to him because he is perfection
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This was pretty cool LeeAnn! Very visual and sensual. One day I hope your dream Comes true and he sees the castle you've prepared for him 😊 KW