He slumbers in the arms of Morpheus, deep,
In that soft special way, that only Angels
sleep,
Within Mediterranean´s breath of gentle
breeze,
Just stirring of lock upon brow, as leaves
on trees.
Upon lilac lids, my yearning gaze, now
softly rests,
As a butterfly settled, upon the trembling
breasts,
Upon his cheek I traipse, with my searching
fingers,
And there make the wish, to stay &
forever linger.
With silent prayers, I bend to kiss his
sleeping lips,
And from his quiet place, I take my
thieving sips,
I ask of the Gods, to be his love in secret
dreams,
To be, upon his awakening, his plan within
schemes.
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