Queen of dreams

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