The dark lake in moonlight reflected back
Her own image, she
knew it to be her,
But why was she at the
lake at midnight?
Why didn’t she know
how she got there?
And why was she naked
on the lake shore.
A cool breeze blew off
the quiet water
Which played gently
with her auburn curls
Caressing her velvet
skin, arousing her
She felt her nipples
erect, then shivered
But not from the cold,
she felt a passion
Welling up within her,
a heat she had
Not felt before and
may never feel again
Was everything as it
appeared to seem
Or was it in fact just
a vivid erotic dream?
