Awakened not by birdsong as the dawn exchanges light for nighttime's dark, but by an e'en more lovely brush of touch -- a faun upon his pipes could play a lullaby
appropriate for this sweet time, yet skill- fully she plays a better instrument; her fingers and her embouchure both thrill the music in my soul and meld a pent-
up longing with romance. She singly winks at me while I explore a tandem scope – a blend of lips and tongues, yet what one thinks a kiss is diff'rently aligned with hope
for passionate fulfillments shared between the dreams and sighs and thighs of king and queen.