Alexander Mackinnon

This poem was written about the sweetest man I have ever met. It was written over five years before I met him. Back when he was the man in my dreams.


Like your Viking ancestors,
you invade my dreams.
Bringing with you an uncontrolable lust.
A hunger for you
that'll never be satisfied.
You come to me
though the mists of the Highlands.
Your red and black plaid visible
long before your handsome face.
When you take me in your arms,
I feel an unbridled passion.
I feel you yearn for me,
like I ache for you.
Your excitement unhidable
even under your kilt.
As you touch your velvet lips to mine,
I breathe in your pungent scent.
Laying on the ground,
I welcome your crushing weight.
I feel your excitement grow
with every kiss and every touch.
When we finally join,
it is as if our souls are entagled.
I love you my Highland warrior,
my kilt wearing Prince Charming,
my Scottish lover.