My moonlight girl is sleeping.
She finds me in my daydreams,
she creeps in and quickly leaves me.
She tells me she loves me- while I am unconscious.
I haven't heard her but I can read it in the smoke she leaves.
I can feel it in the wet lust that hangs in the air,
the sweet dew evaporating from my thighs.
I miss her when she is waking.