her heart was so loving,

night was a delightful coming,

she was alive and curoius

pretending he was serious

she wanted him so much

was the truth of such,,,,

 

the same feeling rose again,

she blessed him until the end.

never will she forget,

how he touch her when they met

never in person or in the flesh,

but again and again, she felt his caress.

 

it must of been a dream of mine,

something she made up, cuz she liked his kind..

they rode together in cosmic pleasure,

flying on the wings of  an eagle feather

lasting forever in the mystic nights,

bring laughter that felt so right ..