through an image seen...begotten.

 here i sit and, look your way,

wondering if, on your side of the screen my words will know to play

and tease and titillate

obliterate...

any misconception that u and i may not be on the same plane

for, i shall not feign

that my interest be not to lead u astray

and with this look of mine, your wholeness belay.

my look invites u to stare real hard

imprinted be my image to make u  drop your guard

and, when eyes shut in your bed u lie

this image of mine will peaceful sleep defy.

u shall toss and turn...!...

your dreams will burn...!...

with fiery passions of lovers carnal

needs and desires lustfully partial....

a sweat shall break upon your form,

your limbs will thrash as if fighting a storm!

a whimper will escape as will a sigh

a pleading mumble a desperate cry....

your mind shall race to catch that dream

beneath your eyelids a passionate scene,

your heart erratic your breath real short

so real it seems, in the clutches of dreamland u be caught.

and when wasted... and tired... and no longer strong,

your mind sinks into fatigued oblivion headlong...

then my image will once again float to the top

to kiss your mind soflty, gently and all restlessness stop.

deep shall u sleep, a slumber healing

to wake with an unknown longing a pondering feeling,

someone left behind in a dream forgotten

someone  through an image seen,  begotten.

Good night.

RB.