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.
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