Will you, I wonder,
When those soft pillows steal all your dreams
with those beautiful freckles across your nose
At last, awake to the early morning sun
With a short, transparent nightgown,
with the freshness of a bird’s eye
then I nag,
Bring me some more sugar, please.
And then I say
No, I do not need sugar,
Your lips are sweeter,
Give me your lips
So I want to kiss
I love you
Maxima 
