As I lay silently in the darkness, and my tears fall from the longing need to be touched.
In my yearning ---- when I am in my secret place, and I whisper!
'' Come to me from out of the darkness. ''
As I opened a closed door to find a brightly sunlit room where she kneels.
No greater vision of fantasy ---- could I dream than the beauty that is before me now?
As the sunrays radiates around her long flowing golden hair, like a glowing halo.
Like a magician she has been caressing her magic button.
With wistful eyes, her murmurs utter softly without full voice.
I ask gently ---- let your arms be the yoke that will bind us together.
As I embark on a marvelous imaginary realm.
My eruption climbed ---- suddenly and sharply upward to a celestial sphere.
As I lay upon her thoroughly exhausted and dismantled in blissful harmony.
Sleep now my wondrous queen ---- for I will be here tomorrow.

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