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At times of stress, or great despair, I close my eyes, to find you there. With a calming touch or comforting word, To help me when my thinking is blurred. Sometimes an omen of things to come, Form fresh ideas with the morning sun. Perhaps they're restless, or maybe blue, Yet always seem to end with you. Not ever scary in any way, My only fear, that you won't stay. That would be a nightmare for me, One filled with pain, no fantasy. Other times, I'm just feeling blissful, Thinking sexy, and feeling wishful. The only moan I want to hear, Is your ecstasy, in my ear. I awake slowly, a sly smile on my face, The last thing I saw was your smiling face. |