Fantasy

Floating away on dreams of wishes,

held up on the wings of butterflies.

Soaring to the light in her eyes,

resting on clouds as she sleeps.

Perfectly beautiful painting divine,

blessings of love cherishing her heart.

Flowing rivers of purple imagination,

falling waters becoming fantasy.

Whisper to my heart she speaks,

no words from her lips this wish.

Silky ribbons of passion on her tongue,

embracing the night as she falls.

Dreaming to be what is only inside,

stars of pleasure fill her cup.

A voice in her head showering forever,

in her hands rests the way to his arms.

Spoken by storms of rain breaking in,

he stands in her fantasy of tomorrow.

Laying down below her hair flows to say,

welcome my love in our destiny tonight.







Johnny Newell