Where Night Sleeps

I drink in your scent and desire swallows me whole.
Your soft curves yield to the caress of my hand.
Those splendid eyes pierce me from the place where night sleeps.
Your voice is a song…my favorite melody.
And my spirit floats on it like a leaf on the wind.
The slightest tremor in your hand is an earthquake in my soul.
A subtle parting of your lips and the widening of your fiery eyes,
The spaces I want to fill are dark and beautiful.