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 . . .
Book 3 f of the Horses of Tir Na Nog Romance trilogy
CJ’s dreams continue, as she finds herself back at the Grand Bazaar in Istanbul. First, seeking protection for Rachel, then, the entire Sisterhood. (Actually, make that Sisterhoods; as there wil
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