A dream (Homage to all the trans women I adore and revere)

A man (and a dream)
The first time I saw her, she was stunning.
He was the epitome of the insinuating word.
With his cheeky walk and his childish manner,
She followed, attracting looks and thoughts.
A woman made in a youthful body.
On another occasion,
I found her in her stronghold,
Getting ready to leave.
She was getting dressed, or rather,
If you're riding, you're showing off.
Her body was pure expression,
Of the deepest sensuality.
of perfect breasts,
The delicate waist.
A woman feeling!
A female full of attitude.
The little appendage on your groin,
It was just an anatomical detail.
Actually, it would fit.
With that wonderful woman.
And lofty eyes followed her.
With hidden desires,
Revealing himself to the unwary.
But, they hardly knew,
That she didn't hesitate,
In case of any disturbance.
She was a girl.
Trapped in a boy's body.
A female longing,
If treated with affection.
A woman wishing,
A secret love.
I wanted so much, I dreamed,
To enjoy your company.
To give him affection and love,
To feel all your warmth,
Burning in my ardor.
I don't care what you think,
Those who in fear lose themselves.
Should I make her my mistress,
Enjoying vibrant desire,
Let our bodies celebrate.