THE NIGHT

The calling,

the voice pulls at me.

A word of plea

requesting the permission.

I fall; the sound of my name

echoed in my ears.

The eyes,

their glare locks me in.

Glaring innocently

a light of pure emotion.

I submit; your lies

a twisted take of foreplay.

The lips,

their touch entices me to stay.

Fuck with my body,

not my mind.

I beg; invade my flesh

but leave my heart intact.

The hands,

the feel makes me yours.

Caresses strong and soft,

touch more than skin.

I curse; loss of heat on me

but imprint left over me.

The night,

the cold kills me.

An empty void

left where you were.

I cry; frustration creeping in

as you slipped out.

01/04/03