Sleep Walking
staring into open dreams
heights of passion
bottom of despair
you are never far away
in every mentation and every prayer
thoughts that plague when I'm awake
memories that fill my working day
sleep walking in the daylight hours
into the nights filled with desire
while you hold my heart prisoner
but in the darkness as I slip
into dreams and into your arms
there I always find your love
fan blades cooling passion's ardor
when at last love is complete
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