A poem spicy poem I wrote back in February 2007. Pretty self-explanatory, no real attempt to be artsy, just real. Rated for sexual content.

Entertaining Fantasies

Who's that man in the long black cape?
A wizard by the name of Severus Snape.
The intelligent and talented master of Potions
The subject of my desire and dreams playing in slow motion.
I fantasize about him lying naked in bed,
Grabbing the long black hair on his head
And whisper softly into his ear,
'Oh Severus, take me – take me right here.'

Ladies, don't bother bringing your sons,
For me, Snape is the only one.
I ponder the wonders beneath that billowing black robe
And think of what I'd do if I found him alone.
Undress him slowly and lay him down,
Charm the door so we won't betray a sound.
Touch him and kiss him so tenderly,
Beg him to make sweet love to me.
Tonight, magic is not a spell
But a man whose passion runs deep as a well.
A man whose touch sets my body on fire
With pleasure, with such strong desire.
We entwine our bodies and search each other's eyes
He screams my name time after time…

I so often I dream of the man in a long black cape
The sexist wizard alive, named Severus Snape.