Your dreams

I am the weaver of your dreams
Lusty bedtime stories
Tales you need to hear
Your body contorted
in a passionate pose
wetly inked on crisp white sheets
singing so deeply,
a lullaby of moan songs
softly whispered verses of ecstasy
whimpered, wanton words
incomprehensible, delirious dreams
captured by the tone of my voice
escaping my soft, gasping, parted lips.