The night is my silent stalker.
It stalks my dreams
with images of your soft lips,
your tender embrace. It haunts my heart
with the sound of your husky voice.
I am the pursued.
You are the pursuer.
I can feel your fingertips stroke
the back of my neck,
feel them softly caress
between my yearning breasts.
The night is my silent stalker.
I cry out,"Pursue my hidden delights,
conquer my untamed passions."
I can feel new sensations
that I have never felt before.
I dream of your kiss on my lips
sending tingles down my spine,
shudders through my body.
Your tongue is a soft brush
that paints circles around my
trembling and slightly parted thighs.
The night is my relentless suitor
that I cannot outrun.
It holds me captive to your love,
to your seductive charms.
The sight of you is tantalizing.
You pull me over you to ride upon
your wild stallion. Sending me into
uncontrolled gasps of ecstasy.
And, the night is silent, once again.
It stalks me with untamed desires,
the need to be nestled in your arms.
