Stolen In The Middle of the Night

Oh, to be stolen in the middle of the night
to have my dreams exchanged with you
reality in the place of wanton desire
shivering me totally thru and thru.

That first engulfing burn of your lips
soaring me from sleep to passion.
Awakening every fiber of my being
in anticipation of your stormy fashion.

Ah, your heated breath on my face
igniting to the depths of my soul.
That volcanic tremble rising fast
as your actions become more bold.

When the moon is bright and high
and you turn into my Passion Queen
You know how helpless I am
just happy to share this lustful scene.

Steal me baby! Storm my night anytime
you are my woman. Yes, my love
And I am so damn glad. Ecstatic!
when Lady Moon gets high up above.

Del Cano 2005 November