Needing to taste your love,
I'll be thinking of you,
Anticipating to hear your voice,
To hear you laugh one day,
As our bodies boil,
Dancing chest to breast,
Pressing to go beyond,
And into love,
Where our every move,
Brings us affection,
Choreographed from fantasy,
Staged in dreams.
Lets let these poems become real,
And never end,
And always make love,
To the Seven Songs of Midnight,
Until the rising of our sun.