The Incubus

When I am dreaming,

I feel it many times.

In my heart and in my head;

I am doing it to you.

yes my love,

you are the only one I shall love

the only one I am loving at night.

In my thoughts and in my dreams.

You make me feel poetry I cannot write about

you make me see colors I am unable to describe.

and may these words lie unwritten;

I dream I am making love to you.

I dream that here I am moaning like some unholy whore;

to you

unless you wanted to know whether I loved you or not.

and yes darling

love me gently

Say you love me

say you love me

say you do…..