In the night, skin collides with endless
opportunity and teasing touch.
No words are spoken.
Loves' memory is all that is wanted.
Breathe in the soul of that night's treasure,
the pursuit of an empty hearts happiness.
Embrace the body that gives such pleasure,
draped in sheets and bound to his kiss.
Intoxicating, the memory, there is no escape from you.
Moments of blinding passion allow sight of the truth.
Shattered thoughts of rekindled romance,
only a feeling of old flame can ignite that universe.
Inches away and worlds apart, the bed has now grown cold.
Yet touching of fingertips leads to caresses of skin
and I can feel myself getting pulled back in...
…and the night begins again.