Comes darkness, and again your freedom,
Gently flowing to my bedside, unbidden.
Worries, left, across town, behind,
Your absence there now hidden.

I sence you, your presence, before eyes decern,
Your form, ghostly, silently looming.
Inside my chamber as tho thru mists,
Swirling, blowing softly in the gloaming.

Your faint touch, more incessant in passion,
Lightly carressing, strokeing inflameing my skin.
My arms, reaching, as mist disapates to reality,
I inhale, lavender, the scent taken in.

Moments, stolen from another, guilt,
Cast aside, in passion's grasp entwined.
Bodies, thoughts, breath, combine, to one,
Responsibility, a casuality, left behind.

Lust, raw animal need, satisfied,
in morning's early mist, you run.
Fadeing from my vision, my sight,
As first dew, before the sun.

Another nite, as he lays in dream,
Again, my chamber you will attend.
Our passion, yet again to slake
Granting release, till morn brings end.