Thursday, April 23, 2015

Sweet Dreams


The night is growing old, my love 
As the sun retires to its fiery bed 
And the south wind gently cools the day’s remnants 
My thoughts turn to you, my dear 
Your smile chases away the troubles of the day 
Your touch ignites longing feelings 
Feelings of emotional abundance 
Draw me in like passionate lovers embrace 
Kiss me 
Please! 
I want to feel you deeply 
Immersed in this sweet, midsummer night 
Our breathing slows as we adjust to the comforting of our bodies 
Our eyes become heavy as the night relaxes us 
Cool breeze lightly floats in through the balcony door 
My night is wonderful 
Your night is lovely 
Our night is pleasant, pleasurable and profound 
Sweet dreams, mi amore 
Sweet dreams 
  
  
Tony L. Jefferson, Jr. 2015

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