Meg

[rabid reader]

Trying my hand at a love poem tell me what you think:
When dreaming I can smell you hair
The impenitent sent dancing wildly alluring.
Naughtily teasing my mind without a care.
It makes thoughts of you reoccurring.
My dream filled sleep does marvel,
Even in land of imagination, you are sensational
Just to look upon you, gives the erg to grovel
As your beauty is overpowering and gravitational.
“Oh my goddess,” I proclaim to the sky,
As my mind flurries with your stunning imagery.
“I give you me” I shout and cry.
As I sacrifice for a beauty beyond the Liturgy.
“Oh my empress,” I scream from my heart,
“You can have with me what you wish or will,
For I will act with out giving a start,
Even if it is a wish to kill.”
As the thunder of the dream passes out mind
I wake with no pity of myself or my slavish kind.