She loves to sleep.


In her dreams He comes to her,

lifting her from her satin sheets,

to fly high overhead,

sweeping past the moon,

to the misty heights,

where he teaches, touches,

and tantalizes.

Liberated from the binds of the earth,

she dances a floaty dance,

kisses His cool, moist lips,

and surrenders.


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