The hour is eight
Cruel is our fate

Four hundred then more
To step through my door

A text in the morning
With sleep still adorning

A thought in my mind
All day you will find

That you are my smile
Spanning each long mile

The phone is our friend
A connection is send

Another no lie
Is the button reply

The left side is cold
A space in the fold

A slumber with sight
Vivid colors so bright

Our lips whisper needs
Naughty sexy deeds

My body the wanton
Your fingers the fun

A roll of your hips
A rub on my nips

Lips speak a quiver
Moans with a shiver

A whine in the wind
Snooze I have sinned

Just five minutes more
It’s all I’ll ask for

But not to be had
And that makes me sad

As the clock is uptight
And work is in sight

A thought for the day
To ease troubles away

Life is unfair
Dream we still dare

Ours is inconvenience
Dream masters of our genius