I last posted this on Valentine's Day. My apologies to those of you who have read it before.
My Stairway to Heaven
He took my hand and I was led
Up sun-bleached steps with flowers red
As perfume freely filled the air
From blossoms tumbling on each stair
A wooden door swung open wide
He glanced at me, we stepped inside
To candlelight which warmed the room
To music soft and more perfume
He gently stroked my hair and face
And held me in his strong embrace
He took my hand and I was lead
Across the room to a feather bed
What followed next was pure delight
Our passions reigned throughout the night
Emotions spent we slept as one
When I awoke my love had gone
And I was there alone in bed
A dream perhaps inside my head
But something strange and yet profound
Those deep red petals on the ground
Their perfume heavy on the air
I wonder was he really there?
©Marian Barker
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This is honest,we have all had dreams like this. I am glad you republished.This sex as she is.I write a lot of poems which are purposefully about sex but dare not publish.because they are too true. Like you I have to wrap it up as the C18 poets.Should a poem excite physical emotions it may be considered pornographic ;however a poem that excites spiritual emotions is considered up lifting
Your poem was exciting and embraced everything that went on in that room Oh! yes he was there