A Dream... Poem by Nestor David Armas

She looked good enough to pick,

Her curves were loud, her thighs thick,

She was a woman of mature age,

If I was a collector I would've put her in a cage,

But that was just too naughty to think about,

Just to look at her could've cured even the worst gout,

I checked my eyes twice looking around,

Thinking I was lucky ‘cause of what I had found,

She moved like a serpent ready to attack,

Her look was piercing sharper than a tack,

Luscious lips like those were rare,

I wanted her right then and there,

She was vivid, and real,

Her skin I wanted badly to feel,

She was conceited and knew what she had,

Just one night with her and I would've been glad,

I came at her with a vengeance,

I couldn't think straight I was in a trance,

There was a multitude around me,

But they parted like the red sea,

And as I came nearer,

Her features became clearer,

Just then I awoke with a scream,

It had all just been a dream.

(01/12/2006)