Foretaste

Palms pressed against the windows chilly glass, feet never touching earth. Outside looking in. Slip inside where it's warm, imaginations haven. Sleeping angel. Long, dark hair tosseled, half covered, beautiful face. Chest bare, strong, muscles shadowed like eched alibaster. Voracity overwhelming, sweet suffering. Silently at his side. Feathery touches to a cheek, brush aside the soft mane. Sweet tempered kisses to his brow. Immersed in desires scent. Hearts bestir, craving, hunger aroused. Loves specter, precious illusion. Fleeting glimpses. Unsated passion. Dreams dispeled, paridise relinquished. Jagged consciousness. Morning comes...and I wait.