Daydreaming of you, before I sleep
Much better than counting sheep
You come to me while on the beach
Interrupting my thoughts
Whispering my name
Conversing you feel the same
I toss and turn trying to sleep
Finding myself in a forest so deep
You hug me from behind
Smelling your perfume
I feel drunk and high
Turning to you
I gently kiss the nape of your long neck
My hand travels to your 'sensual lips'
Begging me to drink your 'nectar'
I obey, watching the ecstasy
Coming across your face
As I continue quenching
My thirst, I won't stop
Until your 'nectar'
Runs DRY .  .  .