Who Comes In the Night

She comes to me in my sleep Pressess against the length of me Exposes my weakness Covers me with waves of pleasure I am unable to see her eyes Perhaps it is I who looks away Ashamed yet filled with desire Wanting to quench the fire She has many faces Yet she has no name Skin bronzed by the sun Luxurious to the touch I never know when she'll arrive She is never the same Perhaps that is her game In this place there is no blame Desire rises like a flame I have no defence I'm like putty in her hands I respond to all her demands My hands free to explore I drink and still want more Then as fast as she appeared She disappears I know she was never here Yet she was so near I still smell her scent Remember the way she bent Wonder where she went From which place she came Is it a place of light or a place of shame Am I a pawn or King in this game It is better that I do not know Like the wind she has to go As I awake my heart starts to slow All that remains Is a familiar afterglow