I dreamed of You, again last night...
this must be getting serious.
We seem to meet most every night,
in some soft, sweet, Romantic tryst.
Last night, it was a Golden Island...
not a soul there... only us;
a Golden Land... a Golden Goddess...
how could Mortal man resist?

You took me gently by the hand,
and led me to a secret glade,
sun-dappled;
with Hibiscus blossom perfume wafting in the air;
and, languidly reposed upon a bed of soft, rose petals laid...
then, opening arms...
with feline grace,
desired for me to join You, there.

Your honeyed skin... so velvet soft;
Your eyes were filled with mystery.
I fed You cherries...
plump, and succulent...
Your lips soft, drew them in.
You trickled wine into your navel...
smiling soft, and sensually...
inviting me to drink...
to lap the Golden nectar from Your skin.

I bent to Your desires, Your needs...
this sweetest game we now, would play...
That Bee is buzzing loudly...
Damn! ...
Alarm clock!...
and... You fade away.