The night air mists the window panes,
But we two hold warm in the embrace of love,
Our room holds no bounds nor shame,

“Touch me…”

I caress your cheeks with my fingertips,
The sound of your breathing strokes up my hunger,
You arch back and the light glints off your lips,

“Kiss me…”

My tongue parts the petals of your lips,
There is the fragrance of a wild wet summer,
I slide through and you sigh with bliss,

*“Love me…”