In the stage of the night,
Many dreams aren’t real;
On wee hours I fly,
Just to find other deals.
My mind goes to the clouds,
Body sits in some planets;
And the sea shore is mine,
When the passion’s started.
Shining bedrooms are glowing,
With the magic around;
Many beings have desires,
Mixing lips, kissing mine.
In the stage of the night,
Sex and love are coworkers;
They are fantasy and vibe,
Bringing forth light and pleasures.
