Lonely Night...

If this is some dream in some lonely night please, let me not wake.

In the shadows of the night in tents formed of legs and arms of heat and longing I will make my home in gladness.

The soft curve of your neck inviting kisses the tender bow of your mouth lit with smiles and sighs.

The gentle swell of your breasts the heated breathing of your rapture the tender tracing touch of you become the scope and boundries of my world.

The sweet moisture of your loving scenting me, marking my body and my soul the wonderous mounting of your passion the trembling completion of your body against my lips.