Here is my script for you but it is not erotic. I thought you want something that you can read/listen to sleep. Big hug

Title: The night bleezes are my hands, can you feel it? Huh... I'm just glad the sandman's sleeping dust finally did the job (smile with satisfaction). It's been 7 million 776 thousnad seconds since the other mortal made his mark on your face. It's been so many nights since your weary heart sunk into the abyss of the weeping soul. It's 3 o'clock in the morning. My summer bleeze is gently touching your hair through the night. I know you don't like it when you wake up and find your handsome hair become a mess. Yet isn't the selene sleep supposed to unwind you? And are not the sweet dreams suppose to help you unnott your troubled mind? (a deep breath, u sighed) It's been too many hours since I'm shut outside of your control room. I know you need sometime alone but (sincerely, emphasising) don't you need my fathering gaze and motherly embrace to mend the pieces faster? I know in time you can and you will make it. But I am eager to know you want me, happy to know you need me, thrilled to hear you calling my name, (smile bitterly) knowing all these gadgets and apps nitvyet stolen my place in your soul. Snap out of tue drama. You are a surviver, darling. It pains me to listen to you depreciate yourself, feeling lonely in the crowd. Do you know every tear drop of yours has become pearls of my memories? Did I ever let you know that you are the apple of my eye? Guys come and go. I assure you that you will always have me. Do you like the way I raise your lavender and mint with the help from Brother Sun that I may send the nature perfume to you when Sister Moon takes over? Did you recall the time when the wildflowers bloosom into a rainbow quilt on your first Pride? Do you like the way the trees and flowers greet you on the way you go to work? Though many pages of your dusty diary left empty, you wrote your journal with memory as the pages and feelings as the ink. As hard as you may try to hide, you are an open book to me. I have been reading every page of you since the day you arrived on this earthly realm. When mom wiped your tearsafter a losing game, I blew them dry. When dad took you for a boat aventure, I took the vessel by my hands. You returned safe and sound like the captain of a navy flagship. When you sailed your heart to that former man of yours, it was supposed to be a safe harbour where you can build yourself a fence, build yourself a home that you will flourish and be strong there. With all the devoted committment, sweat and tears, you told yourself this is not a castle made of sand, this time it's for real. You believed it will last. Who knew, it was too beautiful to last. As you look at love from both sides now, from give and take, from win and lose, you know you have learned but still too little. You know time heals. You know it gets better. You know love takes time. You know you will make it, rising from the cold, dark, weeping pit like the phoneix you have been. The Sunday dawn has almost arrived. Time to let you go again. My precious one, if you ever lose your way, just raise your head and you will see the rainbow connection. I am here by your side always. I will always be there at the end of the rainbow. You will never walk alone on the Yellow Brick Road. I will always love you. In good times, in bad times, I will be on your side forever more. (goodnight kiss) You can always fly high and soar for I am the wind beneath your wings. Sleep in peace, rise in joy, knowing I love you,