precious delicate flower petal
laid on your pillow of sleep
silky soft and blushing peach
whispers of fairy dust
she twirls upon your thoughts

dancing off the flowers edge
and lands upon your hand
tiny dancer of silk and lace
she ballets up your arm
tickling the flesh to wake

climbing soft as windows breeze
arriving warm breath on your neck
playful nibble the back of your ear
playground slide her bottom down
feels feather tickle upon your cheek

kissing your eyelids
leaving dream dust
she breast slides down the nose
warm bare feet part your lips
your breath blows up her dress

she tap dances light upon your tongue
and it extends to lick the lips
meet with the taste of her honey down
peaches and cream delights
leaving sugar trail on your chin

you awake in the morning
perhaps she'd been there
perhaps it was just a dream
perhaps as you wash your morning face
there will be traces that she was there