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.
May you find yourself between the lines.