I know you think its dreams, That you wake up from, Wrapped in satin sheets, And hiding from the sun... The glare that's in your eyes, Just has to be from me, Since the roses by your thighs, Were not there previously... I marvel at the sight, Of you falling deep, As I linger every night, Just right above your sheets... Waiting for some sign, That you know I'm there, Not just in your mind, As I'm pulling back your hair... I know you think its dreams, That you're waking from, But that's the time it seems, That God will let me come...