The Attack of Saliva!

Waking up Hands quick to the face To hide the embarassment Of my disgrace; In the etiquette of sleep I've not been schooled So forgive me Father For I have drooled.

Days I conduct myself with the grace of a willow Nights Involuntarily I'll assault your pillow.

Is there anything cooler Than being a drooler?

Waking up with moist round my lips... Feel the force of my sensual drips...

On the sheets I shall scribble Fine art with my dribble But Will you be a survivor of The Attack of Saliva?!?