The Whore Of Nocturnal Delights

It's midnight
I count the stars,
As they seem to fall in our blankets
The hours pass,
And the night becomes delightful
It's not late yet...
Besides,
It will never be
But in my dreams...
Another story was told
Not this one...
What happened?
Am I awaken?
Sharing my heart with prostitution
Yes I have sinned...
A lot
But life goes on
If I still have it,
Because she steals everything

She steals my dreams...