It's nights like this that drive me;
that fuel me
Burning, passionate skies
Moonlit clouds and fields of stars
Warm winds that caress our bodies
I fall into you
Ravenous desires, carnal thoughts
Your tongue traces the lines of my lips
My fingers trace the lines of your hips
Our limbs entangled with love
Come with me
Again and again
Every night
will be a night like this
P. Frias