Nicer than anything in my dreams is the way she talks,

An accent that is mellow as a tranquil sea awashed by a looming red suns flummox;

Her feminine charms  have me asking myself is this just a dream?

She calls me her man: that makes me feel supreme,

Because when you have a good woman everything seems allowed;

Doors open evenings when the world seems clouded with confused vows.

When I take the notion to check around I have found love is not a vast ocean,

So pay attention to her needs: lessons come for free in a loving women's devotion,

Her locomotion could make you  the father of  a celestial haven.

For there are many trains passing through life's station,

Filled with men and women that often are craven with faultfinding elation;

Shrews and cockatoos who need to learn that love should never be spurned.

Like Scarlet O'Hara and Rhett Butler social status has nothing to do with crystal lattice,

She's Aphrodite incarnate in her charms with a foreknowledge of your every moves stratus;

Your woman may need you to tame her with a strong hand of gentle caressing.

She may maim your confessing with her mysterious fire:higher and higher she will make your perspire,

What a blessing to walk in her garden of Eden;

Your needing her now more than any farmers seeding.

In a country far away you dreamt of her before  she appeared,

Austere in her beauty she swept away your heart into her abyss of longing;

She's Crystalline Cypher thats translucent in her flesh.

A figure that’s far rarer than any Hope diamonds cut,

Meshing her velvet skin against your burning scales;

Your Dragon heart has been replaced with her tales.

Her waters seeps into your entire being as angels seek to see her,

Eroding your flesh and bones back into the dust as an Adamic  couple;

Supple arms enfold you as you fall into that paradise of loves elixir.