Night Dreams

He comes late at night
Through the shadows of moonlight.
I sense him through the breeze,
For a moment time will freeze.


He touches me in many ways.
My body willingly obeys.
I shelter him from outside
As he softly nestles by my side.


In his arms I twist and turn,
Feeling the sweetest burn
Of his nectar-dripping tongue
As the two of us become one.