Rumbles and vibrates; caressing my senses
Eases me into thoughts of desire
Look neither left or right, yet see everything
Moves in, around and through me
Holds me down with the full weight of his being
Keeping to the shadows with the patience of a wolf
This poem was in my head as I awoke from a dream. I’m starting to suspect that I really do write in my dreams, though I do not remember it usually.