The lovers

_The lovers_____________

The night was young and restless
when I heard him call my name
He walked away from shadows
Until I saw his face
His eyes glittered so darkly
I coud not look away.

His scent engulfed my senses
before I felt his hands
he whispered words of passion
I couldn't understand.

His touch was made of fire
devouring my skin
he said there was a depth in me
he wanted to delve in,
To drown until the 'morrow
just when the skies turn pink.

Laughter echoed through the night
when my lover sang;
He said where my back gave in
That's where his dreams began.