| Into your ear, sweet prince Shall I whisper the words of love I so long for you to hear But afraid to say them to your conscious self Your hands I take, and run them over my body But oh~!! To feel them not lame, but strong Moving on their own A twitch of your finger, and I let your hand go Your lips doth I kiss with mine Over and over, unto pure extasy do I rise Yearning to cover your body with kisses absolute “Withdraw”, I tell mine self. “Do not let thine imagination run wild” With two feet firmly planted on the ground On this earth, and not to the stars do I seek out my love A kiss on the cheek, a caress of thine face And I bid thee good-night |
| A Midnight's Prayer |