Visitor In the Night

He comes to me in the darkness of night, tis me who now dreads the morning light... I lie awake awaiting his magical touch, for those who believe, tis never enough... His long, burning fingers lay lightly upon my skin, tis a burning desire that alights my flesh, feeling almost as though we are kin... Our kindred spirits soar out into the night, roaming sensually over the land and sea and back before the morning light... When I awaken, my flesh still yearning, my body shaking, I rise and try to meet the day, longing for the night to take me away... A smile doth touch my lips...in my eyes, a sparkling light, as I await my visitor in the night.....