In the still of the night
I am drawn to her side
like a moth to flame

As my hand slowly
moves over the silken
contours of her body
she turns to me
lips searching for
mine in the dark

she pushes urgently
up into my hand
with her body as if
begging for more

Lips and fingers
feed her desires
until waves of
pleasure course
through her and
set ablaze her
want and need
for more.

mkt