In The Waning Hours

an angel lay before me
clad only in perfect flesh
O desire fills me
O the need fills me

I gaze at her and pleading
eyes make carnal requests
O desire fills me
O the need fills me

her lips so fierce in seeking
the surrender she craves
her questing tongue and fingers
send shivers down me in waves

her breasts against my chest
her skin so fare and soft
I cannot stop
I give in to her
on winds of passion held aloft

she became mine in an instant
an instant that seemed so long
her arching back the darkness cracks
the rain taps out a song

moans enter my mouth
her breath so sweet to taste
as one we move
as one we exist
as one we tempt the fates

now she gazes down at me
I behold her perfect form
her hips move in perfect time
her movements match the storm

I cannot get enough of her
as her movements quicken pace
my angel becomes a lustful daemon
as pleasure floods her face

together we reached the highest peak
and she collapsed against my chest
the angel is returning
now I lay upon her breast

she traces figures on my back
I trail fingers over her sides
our breathing slows
the shudders pass
desire a receding tide

I awoke alone the following day
a chill upon my skin
O the pain consume me
O loneliness consumes me

my dream mistress had her fill
now she fades away again
O the pain consumes me
O loneliness consumes me

-c