A Visage in a Van

As I slept in the van weary from painting through the night

An image of your visage kneeling on hard **** took flight

Ivory body bouncing in undulating rhythms enchanting

Reverberating breast trembling like plump ripe fruit inviting

Ethereal goddess
ride me like a stead

Reaching towards she vanished indeed

Quickly I arose out of sultry slumber and grasped the vision I have told

Looking downward I gazed upon my clothed monument bold