Night Moves

Heat, searing from the stones

Water turning to steam

Striking, bubbling loudly

Warm sensations, skin baking

Beads of perspiration

Rising from my skin

And soft, sweet thoughts

Of you begin…



Music, soft, sensual, healing

Flowing freely,

Surrounding me with things

That touches you

Things you hear, create,

Know so well

Become a part of me…



Another small part of yourself

That you share with me

A little more that I know

Of your life

Your days – your nights.

And I, enjoined with you –

Your core rummaging through

My head

Does so affect me…



I who know you so well –

I alone who shares your secrets,

Your desires, your fantasies –

Fantasies too private to share

With another

Exploring deep into things

Only whispered in the night –

Ahh, yes – how sweet

The freedom of sharing souls…



And loneliness fades to black,

As light and warmth flows through us,

Completeness overtaking us

With each touch –

Each moment we share…