I closed the window to block winter's chill.
Slipping beneath the heavy quilt, I found
you slumbering there. Your eyes were so still
until I caressed your firm breasts, so round
and oh so warm. I whispered, "I love you,"
as your eyelids began to flutter. Lips
parted. You sighed and moaned a little too.
My fingers traced the outline of your hips.
Then, as they found the warm, wet center of
your womanhood, and began to explore
the depths of your passion; I fell in love
again with the feeling you stir so deep.
That was when I woke. Oh! to sleep, to sleep!