Sodden Dream

I lose my respect for the man who can make the mystery of sex the subject of a coarse jest, yet when you speak earnestly and seriously on the subject, is silent. - Thoreau

DARIA ENDRESEN by Christina Faleroni

Oh Ana.

Dear sweet Ana.

Bohemian buttercup.

Polymorphic princess with pleasing petals.

Ethereal image of exquisiteness.

Figment of fragrant fantasy.

Revelation in reverie.

Tippy-toed, torpischorean  temptress of titillating tenderness.

Visiting vision.

Queen of slumber.

Ruler of uninterrupted, uber utopia.

Take your rightful place on an erect, adhesive throne.

Fulfill the yearning of my dreaming, lustful loins.

Engaging in a humid illusion of silken coitus and unconscious, efficacious ejaculation ...

Author's Note

"Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake." - Thoreau

Reviews

[Ruth]

Now this is brilliant! Stunning poetry Pete, the reverence and sublime aura of this is not only unique but thrillingly powerful...to write of such with effortless ease is a sign of talent, superb :)

[Pete]

thanks Ruth. had this erotic dream the other night and remember repeatedly calling out the name Ana. strangest thing though, i don't even know anyone named Ana - must have read/heard that name somewhere and it got woven into the dream along with the fact that she had soft, milky white skin and was a princess elevated to a queen. we're always searching for subject matter and this deserved a write - voila ... :)

[Ruth]

Wow, that is cool Pete...who onows, could have been an astral visit..

[Ruth]

Knows even...typos day...