Blessed are those that after being hit by adversity can take refuge in the bossom of love, even an imaginary one, because doing it will keep them of losing their sanity.
An erotic dream not necessary need to be dirty, not if we welcome it with the purity that sudden solitude make us to want an intimate reassuring about being loved even when we sorrow a great lost.

Hours of the long sleepless night
where Sandman choose not to be,
yet, how can one with open eyes
don’t be aware and fall to sleep?
Getting an image in the shadows
like…there was an erotic dream.

The beauty of her apparition forced
my thunderous heart to skip a beat,
afire eyes looking down with desire
saw her nude burn, floating over me,
surrounding us with flames curtains
putting pearls of sweat on the skin.

The scent of thousands of magnolias
were inebriating as those of jasmine,
but the scent being more powerful
was the unique, erotic and feminine
coming with the warmth of her body
as she touched with hers, my lips.

Could I been awake now, all the time?
Certainly I wasn’t dreaming or asleep
because I felt the weight of her body
on my feverish body it’s naked skin
and her hands exploring all my secrets
trying to find the melting point of me.

If a dormant I am seeing her wake me not,
if I am awake, I don’t want to fell asleep,
because we are making a so tender love
that only Eros shout our only witness be,
as I embrace her so tight against my body
that I felt her own body going inside me.

Please, if there are love’s gods on my night,
come and bless our carnal union for eternity,
let the sweat pearls to wash away any want
and that it be forever the length of any kiss;
floating down into the vortices of her fire,
I was part of a beautiful dream, an so was she