Hair like fire, eyes like the oceans
She comes to me in the night
Whispering words, telepathic notions
Breath as warm as a baby's touch
Tickling my ears, caressing my body
Fingers with a gentle slide, never too much
Shudders, shivers, her touch seems to lend
A mind of its own, a conscious being
Gasping, writhing, will it ever end

The light of day, a saviour to my mind
Eyes open, my body burning..yearning
Water from above, so simple yet kind
I fear the night and dread the day
Greeted with a smile and an offer of coffee
She has no idea the hell I pay
Her fingers are the purest ivory, her lips the lushest rose
Perfection comes only in one form
Day to dread, the fear of night quickly grows

One false move, one lingering touch
A comfortable embrace, a pat on the back
She leaves me, my thoughts in a rush
I call out to her, knowing she can hear me
Fading sun, sky darkening into night
She looks at me, a silent plea
With her hair like fire, her eyes like the oceans
She came to me that night
Whispered words, telepathic notions