In the Arms of Morpheous
Lover of lovers
your love
is like opium
a lovely poppy
in garden of dreams
kiss me love
I am sleeping
You take away
my vulgar senses
giving me others
so refined
we dream
the moonlit beach
under starlit sky
Another kiss
a breath of opium
upon my lips
as I drink
the wine
you offer me
as we lay down
Upon a mattress
of red poppy flowers
weak and beautiful
labyrinth of desire
as I squeeze
milk chocolate breasts
tasting your opium
Shades of mythland
in liquid humors
you will always
hold the key
to my heart
that is dissolving
in your hands
We make love
then you slip away
leaving me safely
sleeping in
the arms of Morpheous
sweet dreams
my love
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