HE IS THE MAN
THAT I SEE IN MY DREAMS
OFTEN A PASSING
FANCY, IT SEEMS
SOMETIMES A REALITY
NOT OFTEN ENOUGH
BUT WHAT KIND OF
STUFF IS YOUR
DREAM ANYWAY,
A CONGLOMERATION
OF SENSATIONS,
TALL, SMALL
BIG, GENTLE
SHY, GRUFF,
SWEET, SENTIMENTAL,
TOUGH STUFF
FLIRTY, WIERD
A STUBBLE BEARD
PIERCING EYES
SMILING ONLY
TO SURMISE
YOUR MOOD
OR IF THE DOOR
IS OPEN
TO A PLAYFUL ROMP
TOWARD THE BED,
HE’S WAY AHEAD
OF ME
AND ALWAYS WAS,
FOR WE OF THE
FEMALE SPECIES
PREFER THE
FOREPLAY AND
A TOWERING THESIS
OF LOVE AND
PROMISES,
COME ON,
DON’T DENY
THE FAIRY TALE
WINGS
ARE PART OF THE
PIE,