There are nights
I would feel or need
your warm breath
oozing with desire…

against my ear.

And nights,
I would feel or need
your heart
beating…

only for me.

Nights,
I would feel or need
your tormented
fingertips…

searing to trace my face.

There are nights,
I would feel or need
your burnin’ lips and
like rain,
you would wildly yet
lovingly ravish…

my parched skin.

And nights,
I would feel or need
you,
fading…

into me.

Those moments
of lingering euphoric
bliss, two hearts
would only…

dream.

Moments,
only two souls
would, alas,
meet and

become one.