In dreams where lovers meet,
Bathe in soft touch of amorous desires,
Delicate feelings both collide,
Gently moving from side to side,

Naked underneath the covers,
Longing for one another,
Only seems to intensify,

Lovers torn away,
By distant seas at day,
Yet inseparable by time and space,
In moonlit nights,

Rush of pleasure grows with every meeting,
Fearing to awaken,
On next dawns coming,

Decisions to stay in a dream,
Grows daily with every absence,

The kiss, the touch, the scent of ones love,
Only heightens desire to be devoured,

When morning comes and day breaks out,
Clouds of disappointment linger all throughout,

Wishful thinking of the night to come,
Weakens the senses to a fair amount,

Wishful thinking of the night to come,
Grows deep impatience here and now,

Wishful thinking of the night to come,
Is worth waiting each day to end,

So near yet so far,
So magical,
Desire yearns for more,
With these lovers every encounter,