By what dawns delight
Does passions fire grow
For this heart aches
From the inside out.
Does it not yearn for your touch
And tender caress every second
Of everyday… It does, I do..
Have these lips ever touched silk
As soft as yours….
Or quenched their thirst from a sweeter well..? I think not…
For the arch of your back in the
Pale moonlight, breathless under the caress of my guiding hand and whispered touch.
We are one you and I…