This Is Not A Dirty Dream Poem by Madrason .

This is not a dirty dream
I only long to feel your milky skin
when I am seventy and clean
I am not sinking in to sin
but is it a shame to wish for
just to and to be adored a bit more
by youth, the soft and eager sprouts
the louds, whys and cries;
This is not a dirty dream
why not those sudden shies
the cracking butterflies hate lies
but still love their stones
to be washed and fresh embedded
with lilies and creamy soap
lying naked on my bed I am sad
to lay to die and cry or smile
alone
and all the while knowing
that tomorrow the blanket
might fall, then let the velvet one
answer my last breath, my last call
and let her hold my arms just when I fall
mind you I wont scream for
this is not a dirty dream. M