I swipe a strand upon your crinkling nose
In waking dream I see our stars align
Youre mine alone I sigh in sleep repose
I please you after none else do I pine
Your fingers samba length of my arched spine
Your curls above the pillowcase emerge
Your blurred eyes next initiate blurred eyes mine
Inside soft satin sheets I sense an urge
I feel Ive eaten pounds of candy floss
Ill go aloof a little bit this week
Enough to puzzle not enough to pique
Youd have to read my mind made up at loss
Ill roll away thats nothing nice teeth gnash
And draw the pash to stymie sugar crash
Chorus gnash rasp scrape
