I would if only I might,
play out the fantasy this night,
of when we were one in motion,
in caught up dreams, vivid emotion.
Soft shoulders and knowing gasps,
when lips cover ground, silken tease,
to reach the depths of arousal,
would my desire depend on your fire.
Oh to know the moment when
we might again cross paths,
the sort that mingle inside a dreamscape
where the world around disappears.
Inside that privacy exists your reach,
oh that place where my eyes do seek.
In the quiet of night, I do imagine beauty,
in tears, in soft moan, in eternally yours.