"In The Passion Of My Dreams"

My dearest darling,

     In the vision of my mind's eye I see you spred your fan to hide your beauty as you boldly blink your beautiful eyes, your actions drawing even more attention from my rapidly beating heart. My heart flutters at your smile, I see you walk across the room, and my heart pounds...

     The heat of my passions rise, as I am slowly drawn ever closer to the flame, there is no escape! Nor would I accept escape if the door were thrown opened wide... For the gentle shy awkward days of my life are forever gone, passion's fires now rage in my chest, boldness rules my heart! You have used all the oldest and wisest of magic! Magic available to only the most mysterious and beautiful women; exotic scents, vibrant soothing lotions, soft caresses and slow deep sighs, the weapons of a fatal conquest! Before the force of your sensual invasion I have melted, my powerful barriers offered no defenses, when you entered my life my knees failed me. At sight of you, my desires throb! For as the wise proverb states "A bold man only chases a woman, until she shyly turns and captures him."

     Is this consuming passion only the imagined dance of my sensual delight, or is it the music of your joy pulsing thru my soul? For this potent vision's hidden mysteries only appear when my mind turns to thoughts of you; wonderful thoughts of you entering my door, when the sights of you invade my dreams...

     Each morning, I arise from my lonely bed to say "no more surrender" alas visions of your smile filter through my mind as I slowly sip my first morning coffee... In each day's glaring light, I boldly state to myself "today I will be in control of my emotions" suddenly memories of the smell of your hair flashes in my nostrils, the smooth firmness of your flesh beneith my hands tingle my palms, the warmth of your lips on mine, become my thoughts, no, my Obsessions...

     Each night, as I lay again upon my troubled bed and allow a contented sigh "alone, finally at peace, this night I will sleep deeply" yet even before my nightly prayer closes, once again soft visions of you invade my mind, my longing heart races, once again I smell you in the air. I once again caress you with every facet of my soul. The strong loving music of your soul fills my very being once again. Your fingers reach out across time and space and caress my heart. Again I begin the sensual transformation of my desires for what "is not" into visions of what "should be"...

     Your soft steady conquest of my futile defenses was total, your victory was sure, from the time of your creation, you have won my love forever, you became my desires again last night... again today... and even NOW as I write this letter...

~ Dave ~

The music for this page is "SABICAS" by Agustin Castellón Campos (1912-1990) Flamenco, SPAIN

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