She

Today I Saw Her!

I saw, or at least, I dreamed I saw her sitting alone.

Her head was bowed as though buried deep in a sappy poem.

Her neck was bent, forming an arch and her neckpiece glintingagainst the evening sun

She could not look up, or at least move her head

And I thought her eyes were wet with tears, I could not hold it.

She was a princess 

In this world, I walk to save princesses, and she was my princess.

She had a perfect skin; she was a mystery I wanted to venture

Her beautiful blonde hair, Ah! Would my black hair mingle with it, I know not?

Could it be? I thought, as she sniffed some air into her lungs

These thick warm lips I possess, pressed against her perfect brow

And down to her chubby cheeks, I taste some salty runny.

It really is her! 

But could it be? My long veiny black hand arched around her perfect and shapely body 

I played on her cheeks and wetted her lips, 

And my heart leapt. It really is her!

Today I saw, or dreamed, oh yes, I dreamed!

Her warm embrace, if only I would never have an alarm set.