I lay awake, afraid of the sunrise that will come,
With you in the same bed.
You're resting so angelic,
I'm speechless and quite sad.
Sweet and flavored is your skin in the dark,
I fondle your cheek with mine
And gently push against your open lips,
I'm kissing soft, soft clouds tonight.
I raise and leave the room,
I search your black guitar with a lit candle in my hand
And strike its strings with tears, with lust.
This piece of carved wood encapsulates your joy,
Your voice of trance, your eyes of chocolate,
Melting in a glance of One.
I find drops of peace lifting from the ground,
My fingers can fall asleep at last.
I wish this night would never pass,
It is painted within my heart.
Your dazzling Being invades all corners of my core,
Stay please, oh stay!
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