By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
The night is growing old, my love
As the sun retires to its fiery bed
And the south wind gently cools the day’s remnants
My thoughts turn to you, my dear
Your smile chases away the troubles of the day
Your touch ignites longing feelings
Feelings of emotional abundance
Draw me in like passionate lovers embrace
Kiss me
Please!
I want to feel you deeply
Immersed in this sweet, midsummer night
Our breathing slows as we adjust to the comforting of our bodies
Our eyes become heavy as the night relaxes us
Cool breeze lightly floats in through the balcony door
My night is wonderful
Your night is lovely
Our night is pleasant, pleasurable and profound
Sweet dreams, mi amore
Sweet dreams
