From the tip of her brown nose to the tips of her brown toes, as long as she is receptive, that is where my love will flow.
I’ve dreamed of her a thousand nights…perhaps even more…and though I have yet to meet her, I desire her to my core.
She is central to all my fantasies…my gorgeous little “port in the storm”…so warm, soothing and tender…the spark of love is born.
I’ll wait for her as long as it takes, anxiously waiting to stake my claim…and though I’ll endure many lonely nights awake, each time I’m blessed to dream of her it serves to assuage the pain.
So hitch a ride with Mr. Sandman tonight my darling…and bring me a beautiful dream…I don’t even know you, and yet, I love you so much…my beautiful African-American Queen.
This poem is dedicated to my “dreamgirl”. Wherever she is out there in the free world I hope that she is happy, healthy, and safe. If by some stroke of divine fortune she happens to connect with my spirit and recognize who she is I pray that she has the courage to reach out to me.
I’m here my darling…let’s talk.