A dream is the touch of her palm or her lips glazed in fruity balm to lay a hand on skin so soft be new measure for pleasure oft; To hold her to me ever tight and dance beneath the evening light across her surface, hand shall slide setting pace for a gentle ride; Embraced by moonlight used to hide laying unclad hand on her side the feel of flesh perfect as such tender caress desired as much; Lips so lustful at once they touch.