Sleep is a demon — nay, a thief! — who feeds upon time as you exhale it of a dream.
O, sweet dream of mine that thou art, your sacred breath from Demon Sleep I would keep while in your desire, steep —
for Sleep is a demon, a pernicious thief! who feeds 'pon your life as you lay without me.
Waste not that gift of love you possess when there is one in whose embrace you might lustily rest.
Together, entwined, we shall achieve the divine and leave yon unfed demon to weep.
Note: Worked a treat on the luscious Lydia Lovegood.