I tried the dinner over the Atlantic.
Then I leaned back in my seat, 
And collected myself for sleep.
But you were on my mind.
I feigned sleep with my closed eyes last night,
So I didn’t have to talk to the many on my right.
I thought of our closeness,
Of our soft touches and kisses.
I remembered:
Half of our soul listened to James Taylor music flow,
As we poured an drubbed sandal wood oil
On our bodies, on our smoother and thirsty bodies.
Begging my mind for sleep was useless
As it kept thinking of our nocturnal kisses.
This bumpy ride to another land,
Is long, but full of images grand.
I remember:
The other half of our soul sees our
Love and soft touches. And being close
Allows you to hear from mine to yours.