With charcoal hair
and eyes like diamonds
Flying fast on
raven wings
The warm wind whispers
of hidden sins
Dark at night
forbidden passions linger
At night I lay waiting
for the touch of my
outstretched hand
Ruffled feathers feel so soft
as silk
against my skin
In the back of my mind
at the base of my spine
shock waves linger
and I shiver
I have given freely and
without regret
I stop for a minute
surprised to see
that my fortress is gone
And it went without
the slightest nudge
It crumbled at the
first sight of you
Now tell me how
do I reach into yours?
Ron
well done, filled with poignant longing
Regis