Within the glowing
warmth Of twilight fires
I know familiar and comforting
the gentle touch of your fingertips
tingling like tiny electrical pulses
trickling to my most wanton senses.
desire and need for you
replaceing dreamlike contentment.

I know the toutch of your lips on mine
the feel of your hair falling on my skin
the warmth of your breath as it mingles
with my own At a time when even our
lifeblood flows as one.

I know the feeling of softness
that can be transfered into a raging torrent
as my fingers touch your skin
the need of you burning like
a firebrand as I must submit
my soul to for a moment of
your comforts.

Iknow the taste of you
comingled like tropical
fruits of passion that you
feed to me slowly as they are soaked
in the sweetest of the summer wine.
I savour each of your flavours
like my last meal In my mortal life

I know the emptiness
as you take all my passions
and drain the last of them into you
as I suffer the death of contentment
all my fires quenched
by the moisture of our passion.

I know these moments are ours
I know they exist outside
the realms of dreams.
I know that I find inside them
the power I need to tread
the weary footpath
of life's journey