You Don’t Tell Me Stories Anymore

Retell me those bedtime stories, until I fall, but not asleep.
Your voice and breath on my face, softest pillows.
Those words spun from fairy dust and faith, 
A mattress of dreams but better, plump with sincerity.
Retell me those bedtime stories until I fall, but not asleep.
Lyrics weaved into a yarn that touches me intimately.
A magic blanket stitched with understanding,
An understanding that covers my nakedness.
Retell me those bedtime stories until I fall, but not asleep.