The morning air whispers to me
That you are not here
But the dreams I have lingering about
Calm that lonely fear
You were here last night in red
I recall the fire in your touch
And electric finger tips on skin
Black lingerie and such
The way the silk felt on my thighs
As you rubbed your legs on mine
And steam and sweat and laboured breath
The empty bottles of red wine
So though my bed is vacant now
I know that you'll return
To feel the pleasure that we create
When our passion starts to burn