I dream of gold, of diamonds in the sky.
Across my heart her body lies.
A wealth of passion behind her gaze.
She sends me reeling into a daze.
As I sit upon her shelf,
I wish of a break from lustful fantasy
And a glimpse into her sharp reality.
I repeat this to myself.
Will she call on me and fulfill my hope?
Or will I gather dust as I go broke?
For her wealth, I cast the die.
For her gold, for her diamonds in the sky.











