The nights are long and cold, I only see you once or twice. Still, my heart is not satisfied not content of just the beauty, it desires more than a silhouette that my mind shapes of you when I close my eyes at night. The stars do not shine bright not enough to image your eyes and never enough to satisfy; my darkest secrets of you hold itβs place in dark skies where words are not heard and lust is at its highest peak. Your voice enchants my heart and vibrates through my soul, only if I can feel your touch it would feel like the sun caressing my cold body, and only the warmth of you can keep me whole.