Midnight Rendezvous

You move me in ways and you are not even here, not present in my space, but in the periphery of my room, my room of hopes and dreams, my roomy room of expectations. Compelled I turn my head, ever so slowly, ever so slightly and, acknowledge you, the essence of you with a sensual sweet smile... your aura, your energy, electrifying. I sense you sensing me, a mutual sensual mystery, and, in your own roomy space there, moved by carnal desire... our yearning, hungry lips part expelling heat, warmth, simultaneously knowing a midnight rendezvous of the heart soul and body occurred in our rooms, apart.