There I was in a land so far away,
A land quite different, yet familiar, I'd say.
The stranger I met smiled at me,
A kindness about him I could see.
As we stood on the threshold of his humble abode,
A yearning within me began to implode.
He motioned to me to step inside.
No fear arose, at his request I complied.
The surroundings were plain in a slight disarray,
My presence felt wanted in a subliminal way.
He fluently spoke in my native tongue.
I devoured his wisdom. To his words I clung.
He beckoned me sit, a warm drink in his hand.
His eyes were entrancing, his wish, my command.
I doubt if he knew, my heart was a flutter,
Or a touch of his hand would melt me like butter.
My voice was lost, though I craved to speak.
My knees were trembling, a true sign of weak.
He gave a quick, life history of him,
Smiled a smile that vanquished all dim.
Then he came close, reached out for my hand,
Asked me to come, but how could I stand?
I allowed his hand to slip into mine,
His clasp was a strong, yet, gentle entwine.
He led me around and showed me his place,
Then he turned, looked, directly in my face.
With his own, trembling hands, he caressed my hair,
Arranged it to suit him and proceeded to stare.
Frozen, but limp, yet boiling within,
My heartbeat drowning out the sound of a pin.
He cradled my face in his sweaty, cool hands.
I knew I was lost to all his demands.
His eyes grew soft, yet filled with desire,
As his lips met mine, already on fire.
Just a light teasing, caressing at first,
Not nearly enough to quench our thirst.
The taste of each other's longing revealed,
Igniting a passion no longer concealed.
Here's where I awoke, I'm sorry to say.
How I'd like to go back and continue, replay.
Dreams can be beautiful, leave us impressed.
Expose what we long for, our desire undressed.