Wild Nights

A poem I wrote after an interesting dream I had...

I dream of wild nights;
Crazy dances in the woods,
'Round and 'round a feral flame.
Loud, passionate voices
Rising and falling in tempo
Praising Aphrodite.

I feel vicious heat storms
And pent up spicy impatience.
The unbearable ache,
Demands sweet release.
Like a loaded gun, ready to fire,
But no one to stroke the trigger.

My wild nights, overwhelming,
Though entirely enjoyable.
I wake in frustration;
Grappling with limitations
Set only by time and distance.
Dreams are so unfulfilling.