Sleepwalking Into Your Memory

I sleepwalk naked... straight into the memory of you curved along a crescent moon dripping its magic of stars falling in the midnight sky opening wide corridors of delight stretched along my skin… moist against your touch... releasing passionate desires into the night I breathe in your fire -in trapped, raw edges of your passion burning bright slipping out- against eager, bare skin peeled back along skeletal details along the moon’s golden path moving silently through the night I quiver... back arched upon cupids bow pulled tight by your fingers of love tracing moonbeams that dance upon my skin stripped naked in your flame begging you to quench my thirst that eagerly lies waiting within As I sleepwalk into your memory Remembering the sweet touch of your skin