Erothoughts

If you, my friend, know of an early riser it won't be me, I am the owl of sleepless nights. As time flies by the old cognition does get wiser I hear the dewdrops, lighting up the morning's lights. You are a beauty, resting there before my eyes, cheeks flushed and mandibles in soldier's speak at rest, thank you for letting me, before our sun can rise, drool over you, covertly, and your heaving chest. I love the movies, dear, and stay to watch the end, but seeing you beats all the pleasures on this earth, may I forever be for you a real friend, with little butterflies and beetles, who are worth the salt of life and of your soul as you relax on satin sheets while dreaming dreams of déjà-vue, may I massage erotic legs with special wax and may I sit here watching always over you?