accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
you stir my loins, confounding rest
bewitching me with fragrant air
your wanton ways, how do you dare?
my heart is pure, I’ll pass your test
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
and yet, to see your body bare!
voluptuous, with beauty blest
bewitching me with fragrant air
to run my fingers through your hair
to lay my head upon your chest
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
I long to kiss you – everywhere –
and climb each breast to tasty crest
bewitching me with fragrant air
’til on my knees I’d worship there
that sacred spring I love the best
accursed dream! you night-spawned mare
bewitching me with fragrant air
Francis James Franklin (Alina Meridon) 
I like it. The only thing that throws me off is the word mare. This poem is not dedicated to a horse, is it? 😉
No, but the mare of nightmare has nothing – I think – to do with horses, but is rather an ‘evil spirit that terrifies or suffocates the sleeping person’.
Oooh! I didn’t know that. After learning that and reading it again it has a terrifying tone now. I love it.