each time i am in an embrace with you again
    that day's weather is inevitably wonderful
kissing your closed eyelids
    my heart and soul are still shaken

i always say the world is too scary because of your existence
    i can't tell why this is so
if i have to give up all that i possess –
    i won't prevent that from happening

asleep now
but your breath and heartbeat
    become more alluring with the months and years
it's late
it does not matter that it's late
    but tomorrow morning will not wait

* let me love you, love until it becomes most real
    let me love until it becomes most desirous
on the pillow is still left
    a deep, deep kiss
embracing it head on
    my arousal is not lessened

let me love you, love until it becomes most fierce
    (i want you to - in the repeat only) let me love until it becomes most life-like
it's hard for a pillow to be like the person
it ultimately attracts
    me, just myself
        alone
            to warm my heart *

the world is too scary because of your existence
    i can't tell why this is so
if i have to give up loving you –
    i won't allow that to happen

asleep now
but my breath and heartbeat
    still linger on your allure
it's late
it does not matter that it's late
    but tomorrow morning must wait

* repeat twice *
 

For Leslie’s Pillow – © 2001 TranceLoka Studio, San Francisco, California.