This night called lust

You call me with words of love,

And keep me with tender kisses,

Have you seen him whom I dream of,

I long for him with dark wishes.

Is he hidden beneath my bed,

Or only in dreams does he abide?

Does he watch me as I rest my head,

And guard my body as my spirit flies?

For it is him whom I desire to see,

After so long a lifetime,

To embrace him once again,

Wanting him is my crime.

Next to you I have no fear,

And from me goodness flows,

As long as you are here,

All my passion I will show.

The night is ending fast,

Our parting shall be rushed,

Our sighs muffled heavy, not rasp,

And to name this night I'll call it Lust.

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A/N: ...Ah yes, uhh. Very personal indeed. Oo