Desire

She comes to me before dawn, in that time between sleep and wake. She has no name or face, but the body of a goddess. Breasts of perfect size and shape, gently rounded hips and silky soft skin. Her presence instantly arouses me. Thoughts of slow caress, long kisses, slow pulsing and deep breathing. Ultimately it’s an empty promise, and holds nothing that is real. Chased away like the dark as the sun rises. Nothing of substance can become of this, wanting without meaning. Perhaps someday she will have a face, a name, and stay with me to greet the sun.