I like to watch your beautiful hands moving in sync with the stars, as they slowly, rhythmically put me in a trance. In a daze I still wonder: Was it not just a moment ago that you said 'the night is still young'? Don't stop now your elegant, beautiful hands; keepΒ Β stroking, keep lashing, keep fondling... and then, at dawn, when it is time to go, wake me up with a whisper soft and warm in my ear, and one final caress of your beautiful hands. ---