Enraptured. Possessed.
When blackest night whispers
laments of loneliness
need traces your lips
on sleep\'s waking senses
and I feel your kisses
searing my essence
as mem\'ry\'s lit fire
surrenders to bliss.
Recaptured. Entwined.
When tremulous heartbeats
stir thirsty entreaties
your spirit melds with mine