I Slept With A Virgin Beggar-Maid

It's a Starry night and I was bit drunk. I saw the run away Rabbit from the Moon And it's drowning in the milky way. The poor queen; her ramshackle castle on the pavement, She quietly sleeps and I count her ribs. The broken-plastered Crown shines in the darkness. Her flimsy nightdress transparent and it's very comfortable, I rest on the soft pillow of her warm bosom. Her skinny breast full of compassion and the prominent dark nipples Like sharp blades tickle my haunted soul. I touched her soft spoken heart with my wounded index finger But she was fast asleep after her strenuous beggary. I heard the ruling King's gossips who was disguised as a lunatic And trespassed in our premises. I woke up to a siren of a city Ambulance and realized it's a dream. My beloved wife groans aside of me and I tried to imagine her smiley face, But in reality, I would never get an opportunity to see her saintly face again. To my friends Sandra, Dave, Max, Jerry & Alison, George and rest of all!