She came to me from above in an electric dream; as I was trying witness a display of illicit delight, she stimulated me much more than ever expected to be that night; she has possessed my mind, but it is my heart that she could redeem;
Love’s sweet mistress I have wronged before, but she takes no notice or mind as if my past is a part of some forgotten lore;
She has a classic beauty like a radiant maiden from a fairytale; having skin so fair with eyes like emerald lightning and hair like fire, to see her close and touch her skin…. I get joy just to aspire and the sound of her voice seems to inspire my endless desire;
She haunts my perception, she penetrates me from every direction, though she is so far away, she touches me from a distance… and though life has hardened my heart, I seem to have no resistance;
She comes to me… each night like a dream I keep dreaming and hope will come true, a voice in the night across three hundred miles of darkness… she comes to me;
I stretch myself across the night and touch her with ghostly hands, I make her feel my presence and feel my touch till she understands; but I must be patient and wait for the day for her to say, but I can’t help my desire… she made me that way….
