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