Once upon a starlit night,
'Twas purely fantasy.
On a steed of snowy white,
she looked most perfectly.

Inching forward on her mount,
who stood his ground with pride ;
She beckoned me upon its back
and took me for a ride.

Now, I'm not one to challenge dreams,
as everybody knows;
But how could I reject this scene,
the woman wore no clothes.

Against lifes better judgement
and movement of the horse,
wrapped my arms around her waist,
for safeties sake, of course.

Through many clouds, around each star,
to heavens gates we flew;
Taking each upon his back,
to realms we never knew.

Upon the Rings of Saturn
she turned and kissed my lips.
Then slowly guided both my hands
to touch her lovely hips.

She used me just to fill her needs.
I felt much like a fool.
For what pride does a man not have,
if it isn't for his tool.

Then again, the ride was nice,
In dreams one's sure to roam;
But like the little lady says,
" there is no place like home."