His fingers roam
where her raven hair lays
against her almond skin
Teases gently the form that arouses
begs his hungering touch
To the consuming want, that desire
that floods his veins
Pounds so deep within his chest
The longing to be within her
To kiss the sweet form of her body
Dress her to his needs and passions.
All falls upon the splendor
that her thoughts grace with his
the dialog of the wanting promise
to be filled, fulfill
in this quarter of blissful dreams
That holds her tight here to his.

Alisdaire O'Caoimph