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
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