In these moments
when you are there,
I am here
miles part the night
as I long for you
to part my thighs
with wicked intentions.

And in the moonlit
slice of ebony eve
I reach for shadows
silhouette of hands,
tongues, torturous
touches to ignite
the dark, electric.

As each nerve responds
to a memory of sensation,
none forgotten or lost
to the few moments between
then and now,
and my solo figure
plays dual role,
the lover and the loved
as I wantonly recall.