To dream of you's a magic curse i'd always want to keep, still holding you within my arms while both our bodies sleep

The candy-fragrance of your hair still lingers in my nose, i feel the pillows of your breast there even as i doze

The passion of night's lullabies has nullified my soul, bewittling the seetheing scorn, with every pain you stole

The warmth inside your clitoris still tingles in my loins, reenacting sequences when lustful nerves conjoined

Immortal pleasure follows me, awake and in my dreams.. And you're the one i always see, my love and placid streams.