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