Morning’s fingers through the curtains creep,
Awaking me from Lust’s enchanting dreams.
My love, beside me, murmurs in his sleep,
His body more unresting than it seems.

My name he calls in reveries sublime,
His longing form desirant of my touch.
I reach for him, and lose myself in time,
To render him the act he craves so much.

Sleep, bind my love in thine embraces yet,
And cede to him his vision’s soft release.
Hold him, ‘til all appetites are met,
Until his passions quell, and yearnings cease.

His moment comes as softly as a sigh,
When Sleep takes flight, he’ll learn the reason why.