Sunset is a pretty thing, so bathed in mystery,
And yet it is the saddest thing, when drenched with memory,
Sodden sunset soak the tears,
That fall so endlessly,
Silent sunset take my hand, and bring me down with thee.

This is where your heartbeat lingers:
somewhere between hospital bed sheets
and the new-found aching in my chest.

The bed in which you slept
has been soiled by silent tears
and your nervous sweat.

You were always home to me,
but I was robbed by all your misery.

Replace your sorrows with an absence
of yourself, and I'll make my home
in your hospital bed sheets.

For some, this is a place of miracles.
For us, it's one of tragedy.

Your lips tingle my senses, exploring my body
My ******* harden beneath the caress of your tongue
Your yearning for between my legs grows, hardening against my torso.
You reach where I had been waiting for you and we become one, entwined in a sea of pleasure.
Deep thrusts envelope us in burning passion as raw desire for satisfaction deepens
We succumb to the need and drown within waves of ecstasy, our bodies melting into a pool of tranquility.