Saving Day Light

SAVING DAY LIGHT I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight, Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow, At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy. For him, I am the dancing gypsy, shedding my silken vials Asunder for the rheum man, whom makes my heart Beat. With thunders roaring flash of loves stormy weather. A castaway’s dreamer of desires unquenchable thirst, Even though I’ve been swallowed whole, beneath his Ocean’s cresting tidal waves of erotic persuasion. Oh in the light of his saving day light, let the sunshine Sacred rays, shower me with illumination’s passionate Honey comb kisses, in the golden hours within his arms, This cupid who’s disarmed this maiden of the sultry sea. Within his blue eye I’ve ascended to the heavens On pleasures unbound wings, touched the face of My maker, then plunged at a free falls hastened pace, Clinging upon devotions everlasting love, I’m a defeathered Dove, seeking one last moments sigh, from he the Master of this flightless bird of paradise. Cruel is the slow night’s waltz to come, for I must Leave this man so loved, by dawn’s light to rise I so shall claim him once more. Until then do I so dream of ecstasy’s reclamation, By savings light of graces gentle whispering, come Unto me, I’m waiting for thee, within these Silken sheets of seduction. I’m a dethroned princess, who would give up Her kingdom’s precious fortune, just to be united To him forever, this my black night of daylights Unsheathing, behold the king of hearts desire, Claims his queen of pleasures pon. I’m the weaving dancer of passion’s delight, Twisting in between the shafts of the rainbow, At twilight, but saving day light for my pleasures Hidden desire, I do this for he my master of fantasy.