Sandman Blues

He watches
a silhouette in the night
a faceless shadow standing
at the foot of her bed

He stares at her sleeping.
The rise and fall of her breathing
hypnotizes the Sandman  

Even in the darkness
he sees her clearly
his beloved nightingale

Her exotic lines speaks to him
 feminine curves excites
 causes his phantom urges to ignite

He longs to touch her
his delicate flower
To taste her moist lips
bath in the warmth
of her arms and  be
baptize in the feeling
of her soft wetness

He stares for hours
just watching her slumber
desiring a love
a Sandman can never know

The first rays
peek through
the black like blue

Yet she has been the
light that has carried
him through the night

The morning sun
creeps through the sky
disturbing his yearning

He sighs openly
as he fades
with the dawning

She stirs
 catching just a glimpse
of the man in her dreams
as he  fades away
in the breaking of the day