I pray you, do not trample on my dreams.  

Though you may only see this mortal shell,

A frail thing of flesh; this outward reality,  

Is of no greater substance than the air, 

Masking the real truth that lies within 

From the unperceptive gaze of the world.

Though my years have passed the Biblical span

And I am well advanced on the dread path 

That leads to senility and decay,

And though my limbs are clothed in sagging flesh,

Where in my youth there was beauty of form,

To my inward mind I am still that youth 

Who rejoiced in unbounded energy, 

Striding confident into the future.

*****

Though my joints are now stiff, and my knees groan 

In protest each time I rise from my chair,

To my inward mind I am still that youth 

Who rejoiced in unbounded energy, 

Striding confident into the future, 

Bold in manly strength and undimmed vigour, 

With tautly balanced muscles, lithe in grace.

I can still recall those days long ago

When my soul unbridled by thoughts of love,

I wandered the world in search of pleasure, 

And the many gardens where I dallied

To sample the sweet exquisite blossoms,

Parting their delicate petals to feast

My senses on their delicious nectar.

*****

My love, though now you sadly share my fate, 

And age has stolen the sheen from your hair, 

Your body prey to time’s harsh ravages, 

In the nubile innocence of springtime

You too enjoyed the sweet carnal delights

Of surrender to the hot piercing steel

Of many ardent knights bent on plunder,

Whose thrusting vigour carried you to bliss. 

In your mellow beauty I still delight, 

And in the bright fields of our secret love 

We will gladly dance, eternally joined 

In one flesh, our souls unbound in joyful 

Ecstasy, rising up in sweet rapture, 

As we consummate our mutual passion. 

*****

The blissful feel of your soft lips on mine 

Will never lose its delicious savour 

Our tongues entwining in such sweet delight;

And your naked breasts are as soft and warm,

As they were in the blooming of your youth,

While firm with eager intoxication,

Your nipples still trace entrancing patterns

On my chest as we embrace face to face,

The delicious folds of your female centre 

Unfolding beneath my impassioned touch, 

And wrapping me in their clinging embrace, 

As my hard and throbbing manhood thrusts deep 

Into the heart of your welcoming soul, 

There to spill its sweet offering of love.

*****

Springtime flowers may seduce our senses

With their brilliant primary colours

And the heady freshness of their perfume,

But by far the richest hues are reserved

For the blooms of autumn’s fruitful splendour,

And the loving of our maturity,

Ascends to majestic heights of rapture

Unimagined by youthful callowness.

We are for ever destined to be one, 

United in body, mind and spirit, 

Our love triumphant over death itself.

And so once more I humbly ask and pray 

That you will never trample on my dreams, 

For in your arms is my eternity.