Comes the night, gloom of darkness, with its ethereal subdue, T'is you I feel, in my dreams, so warm and close - it's true. Sense my hands, explore the curves, your form of endless beauty, For in my mind, my touch for you - t'is only earthly duty. With my lips I'd touch, so soft and warm, this sweetness I do miss, Are my desires to share, not but one with you - this thing we call a kiss. And o'er your legs I'd stroke, and else for you, that happy climactic place, For t'is not just mine, soft smile I see......but that upon your face.