A blanket of darkness becomes her disguise,
She's settled in nicely, she's hidden her eyes.
A full moon is bright, it shows off too much,
It lights up the sky, it exposes his touch.
Secrets of many, lay buried beneath,
the weight of this velvet, in a grasp of pure heat.
Passion and lust, expectations and need,
lost in the moment with a hunger to feed.
Burning a path, once again left behind,
a mark to remember, a memory to find.
A longing, an aching, an urge to fulfill
in blistering silence and in unending will.
Copyright © Caryn King