Midnight Fantasy

~ See me for who I am — not who you want me to be. ~

 

You do not see me
I am but an avatar
of your prurient fantasy

no shadow do I cast
that you perceive
just a hungry wish
a salacious craving

a cashmered pleasure
that drapes your wanton needs
bangled in exotic desire

dark and dangerous
enticingly evil
a black-magic woman
a seductive nightmare

twisted specter of your lust
drifting alluringly
‘cross the moonlit veranda
of your mind’s mad-keep

a sensual sorceress
a wet-dream enchantress
your conjured concupiscence
your frankenstein’d wild love doll

to you
I am invisible
as a person

instead
a goddess of the flesh
eyes dark and deep as nocturne
scorching as a primal ache

a secreted passion
captive in your heart’s
carnal bunglow

sultry as jungle heat
inscribed for you alone
in the book of ardor

fired in molten yearning
ablaze in the sensual dreams
of writhing midnight

I am smoke and flame
libido’s lush vision
longing’s mysterious visitor

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rob kistner © 2022

Poetry at: dVerse

 

16 thoughts on “Midnight Fantasy”

  1. “a cashmered pleasure
    that drapes your wanton needs
    bangled in exotic desire” this is so good, Rob and your closing stanza is stunning! I hope he sees her for what she is beyond his fantasy.

  2. A man’s gaze is often like this… we need to see the person and not just the flesh to really win her heart.

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