Where hopes and dreams are often one

With your breathless, enticing lunar invitation

In our dreamscape just six hours from the sun

Words need not waste our precious moments

Your lips on mine weaves love's forever song

As bodies fulfill the magic of desire's dream

Enveloped in such passion star-blessed strong

We begin to make love like a gentle summer breeze

On the shores of the Lake of What-Could-Be

Butterfly kisses and soft, silky gossamer caresses

Building to a near perfect tsunami of the sea

To come to earth basking in each other's love

But alarm clocks synchronized with day break

Once more temporarily sated by your smile fades

...our teardrop-kissed intimacy of the lake!