Midnight Hour

In the midnight hour, we are held by lust’s power. With bodies on fire, our desire builds ever so high. Hearts set a thunder, by lips that touch and plunder. We are driven so crazy, that everything turns hazy. I feel the touch of your hands, that creates pleasure in widening bands. You set my body aflame, and desire is it’s name. We reach a fantastical peak, so intense we cannot speak. Once again, I crave your touch, and I want you far too much. In the midnight hour, when we are held by lust’s power.