Visitor In the Night
He comes to me in the darkness of night, tis me who now dreads the morning
light... I lie awake awaiting his magical touch, for those who believe, tis never
enough... His long, burning fingers lay lightly upon my skin, tis a burning desire
that alights my flesh, feeling almost as though we are kin... Our kindred spirits
soar out into the night, roaming sensually over the land and sea and back before
the morning light... When I awaken, my flesh still yearning, my body shaking, I
rise and try to meet the day, longing for the night to take me away... A smile doth
touch my lips...in my eyes, a sparkling light, as I await my visitor in the night.....
Copyright © Vickie Olmsted | Year Posted 2006
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