Not A Sweet Nightmare

Whilst venturing faraway into a vale nigh the ocean;

Came before a pulchritudinous brunette-

Whose eyes so bright, shining than like any greater jewel that lolls in the orb:

Her smile so lacquer,

Every time it caress her lips

Fondles my flesh into heavenly bliss;

Her foot was light, and her skin so white

Gazing into her axed my insidious blight.

Whilst scrutinising the enchantress' appealing charm;

My heed was overheard by the beauty queen,

Twirled in delight, and with that same lacquer smile,

She asked to come over by-

Obeying her decree, I tiptoed to her..

As I approached,

The aroma of the vale's lily's smeared my nose.

It was magnificent!

Away from words, there I stood in silence;

Series of words struck my ear,

Telling me to "come, perch near".

Gazing into her ravishing eyes,

I settled a little distant to her thighs.

Eyeballing into her couth grin,

I fell in the euphoria of my own dream;-

As I see the grin leisurely crack wide,

Voices beat my drum, announcing the maiden's name was 'Irithel Alide'.

O, Irithel!

What an excellent amalgamation of her essence and name!

She could just make any sane ride insane!

Not trusting what my globes are viewing; to reassure,

I gave an airy massage to the globes,

And when I ajar the lids,

A brunette in a cream white dress was to be seen no where, no more.

The skies dived into blue,

The stars started to collide,

The breeze ceased to breathe,

And the world commenced to fade.

Bits of flake travelled from my sides;-

Nought I did,

I was tied to bide and watch the scenery die.

Thoughts of her still jogging in my noggin,

Haunting my sanity,

Murdering my last bits of lucidity.

Her image, my mind.

Her gaze,

Her lips,

Her grin,

Her beauty,

Her charm,

The enchantress;

Nothing was the same anymore.