More Than Sleep Poem by James Casey

More Than Sleep

In the early dawn
My hand brushes your palm

My fingertips
Caress your sweet lips

My desires rise
As I touch your thighs

You awake in sweet surprise
All my desires you satisfy

I would give to you anything on earth or heaven,
For beauty measured by ten then you'd be an eleven.

And if I could make you Queen of the land,
You know I'd follow through in what I had planned.

Yes I'd give all the stars right from the sky,
You know I would or I surely would try.

Jim 1999