When dancing skin illuminates your sin
I'll bask in the sight of your fair moonlight

When the warmth emanates your intakes and outakes
I'll fill my lungs with those sounds that I've found

When your hands are bands of muscles grasping me
I'll tantalize and tease, listen to you gasping 'please..'

But I want to drown in this, sink with me on this ship
I'll toss the sheets away, making white rippling waves

And we'll sail away, my dear, toss away hesitation and fear
As I'll lick the tender tendrils of your soul, just let go

So that I can hold triumph in the soft sounds of satisfied echoes
Gently tracing your skin, reminiscing the spots I've been kissing

As your eyes gently close, and the moonlight softens to a glow
I let you fade away into the night, but with me by your side

I can feel you
lying near me
as you keep me warm
beneath the night sky.

And I no longer
find myself
looking at those stars
because they can't
compare to the beauty
that is now lying beside me.

I hope that this time
it's not a dream.
As I feel you breathing,
staring at me,
trying to figure out my
face,
while I cross my fingers that
it's enough to keep you around.


You sleep.


I try to figure out
what it is you're dreaming
as I trace your figure
in the dark,
night continues
and the frost sets in.

You start to shiver
and I do my best
to draw you closer
in an effort to keep you warm.

You smile
through your slumber
and I fall for
the little lines
it casts across your face.

I sleep.

When I wake up.
You've gone.
It was only a dream.
And I find myself wishing
you had the same one
underneath the same stars.

Either way,
I know that when you woke up,
you got out a bowl
and poured in some cereal
first.

As I come in from a long day of nonsense I greet you,
"Hello Baby, How was your day?"

You don't even leave the other room and mumble "terrible"

I walk into the room and your back is to me.
You don't even look at me as your playing your game.

You purse your lips for a kiss not moving your eyes off the screen.

I wish this rarely happened
It's happens almost every day.

Even if you have a good day you barely look my way.

You might have a minute to spare if there is something on TV
You sit right next to me. We don't talk much.

The next show that comes on you don't like it and nothing else will please you.

Away  you go with a short goodbye.
And you run back to your computer the technical mistress with the wicked hold.

I tire of waiting for your return and get sleepy and lonely even though your only a room away.  

"Goodnight darling" I say head upstairs
"I was just coming back!" But you don't even turn your head to look my way.

I don't believe you anyway and I am tired of begging for a little bit of your time.