Each night, when I drift off to sleep
surrender to my dreams,
when wishes are my only fare,
harvested in reams.
Although I might have want for much,
I would suffice for just the touch,
of you, within my wanting arms,
my living dream, who deftly charms.
You fill my dreams, with such delight,
as I slip into them at night.
I’d never wake if that could be
for waking seems a crime to me
Then, when sleep passes and I wake
I'll find it hard, those dreams to shake.
desires too, I will not slake,
or your enchantment break.
your pure enchantment break
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