Not Illusion:

At the couch we intertwine Mixing aroma with romance The heavy knocked efface As muteness make mockery of the moment A still silent night stooped before her lower chamber The veil was open Fear blinked at me But her eyes whisper, be calm, am not here to take advantage of you As the moment of the top, bottom, and back lull As my dreams drift into her spine A naughty boy she hallowed Keep dreaming, she echo, Time will tell The second dream will tell awoh awoh