When he speaks...
the Queen of dreams listens
the sound of his voice relaxes her whole body
while standing her nerves to attention
whether it be whiskey... weed...
death or spontaneous kink...
shes listening.
taking in every word spoken
closing her eyes no need to see his face
knowing all emotion from the feel of his voice
welcoming them as they wash over the brain
like a tidle wave in the open ocean
or a flurry of snow at the end of April
the feel of his essence floats her body through the stars
she keeps the dreams alive within a single poem
worshipping the moon with his words of seduction
tantalising whispers of erotic tease
sonnets in darkness of kissing lips