In dreams of love on nights too short,
Thoughts that transcend worldly ways,
A whispered wish, a promise made.
Does love demand we ask too much?
Oh, yes my dear, I'm sure it does.
Calmer now, love's storm's passed by,
Lover's head on heaven's breast,
A time to spoon, a time to rest.
A time when two are joined as one,
Combined in fortune, faith, and love,
As moonlight traces love-moist flesh,
A kiss that fairly takes the breath.
Where gentle tongue may gently stroke,
Lips that linger, love that lasts, scorching
Fingers, soft caress, pillow giggles, eyes
Divine, another storm will rage tonight.
Her arms reached out, she pulls him back.
Into that place moist, soft and sweet,
Where dreams begin and love completes.
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