Can heavenly breasts such stormy passions feel?
We could nestle very nicely
In the cradle of our dreams
Gently hold each other tightly
'Neath the silver of moon beams
Lay your head upon my breast love
I'll stroke the hair back from your eyes
Lips below.....taste mouth above
To swallow kisses....softly sighed
Let us dream of bliss and rapture
Joined in time, with light as core
Sofly sleep in twlight's capture
On our waking....dream of more