Dream-Ed Muse Poem by Stevie Taite

It happened as a dream-ed muse, transpired itself awake 
 The longing met its target, from his slumber she did shake 

To share with her a spark of passions fire starting strike
A match of two, belonging where a lovers spell ignites

Each one searched a yearn-ed touch, caressing languid stature 
Tantalising grasps sent heart rates racing in their rapture

Moistened flesh slid sweetly, kisses shared, did taste devine
Their forms explored for high reward and rhythms worked in time.


Let not that sensual closeness as a memory remain
Remind her how it felt so good , be close to her again!