Come to me, I say softly as your
fingers touch my hair-
Our desire hovers in the moonlite-
in the soft nite air-
Magic in your eyes tonite-
as you look at me-
Starlite on your face-
Hunger is what I see.
You kiss me ever so gently as
my passion knows no bounds-
You are electric - steaming fire-
deaf to the midnite sounds.
Hands roaming..hearts pounding-
eager for your touch-
Kissing you everywhere -
needing you so much...
Clinging- holding- the height of passion
heats us to the core-
We reach the top of the swirling heat-
to just hunger for more!
Screaming in passion we come down
letting ourselves go-
Clinging in the moonlite - bathing
in the after glow.
Bodies finished...still holding on -
so hard to say goodbye-
I kiss you quietly as I leave - can't
let you see me cry........
Written By Linda M. Hill
