wyl-i-lay (while i lay)

Time comes and goes, then around again, we spend our lives awaiting the days end. When we can sleep and allow fantasy to fade in, there it seems all our true emotions start to play in, all the things we thought but never bothered saying.
So while I lay, I envision a prism, a fantasy with a canopy, which is passion in every dimension. Centered we're one way surrounded by every other position, and nightly I need this to heal me because I've tried every other prescription. The only problem I have then is morning because every other ones missing, my only mission is your pleasure, I have no other disposition. Living through these dreams makes daylight my unholy perdition. I have you every way while i lay under no conditions, ours moans and sighs are the only spoken business, our movements are beautiful, we've become so pretentious and I go to you every night, its become so religious. your eyes are my guiding light and your lips are so delicious. every night I'm elated to see you its always so auspicious.
Even in my dreams I'm captivated by your aura, and I hate when your snatched away by the aurora. Now I'm forced to another day where I toil away and wait for our meetings that happen while I lay...